Yuyu steps out of the trial room… and for a moment, the entire world seems to hold its breath.
She's wearing a soft cream-white chiffon dress that hugs her waist gently before flowing down in light, airy layers. The neckline is a simple sweetheart cut—not too bold, just enough to show she put in effort. Thin pearl straps shimmer against her skin, catching the light every time she moves. The dress ends just above her knees, swaying softly like flower petals with each step.
Her hair is tied half-up, half-down with a delicate clip the senior staff insisted she try. A tiny curl brushes her cheek. She looks innocent, romantic, and just the slightest bit nervous… in the most heart-tugging way.
Yuyu smooths the skirt with trembling hands. "I… I think this looks good, right?" she asks, eyes shining like she's scared to even blink.
Jiang nods instantly, without hesitation. "You look perfect. This is exactly the kind of dress someone wears when they're about to change a man's destiny."
