Xia Siyu's car came to a stop. She came by herself, no one opened the door for her; she got out on her own.
With the door pushed open, the first to appear was a pair of black high heels. The straps were designed into the shape of a butterfly, poised to take flight. The black high heels further highlighted the translucent alabaster-like ankles.
Moving up, a jade-like white calf was revealed, with a graceful curve. Further up, the black skirt unfolded in layers, with sections that flowed like gauze, softly clinging to her body, while portions resembled satin, slightly rigid yet not stiff, lending an immediate air of grandeur.
Then, Xia Siyu emerged from the car, the black skirt elegantly hugging her body. A bit more would seem loose, a bit less would tighten imposingly. In front, the plunging V-neck cut was quite deep, open straight from the collar to the navel, though adorned with a thin layer of veil-like fabric in the opening to subtly conceal too much exposure.
