Xia Yangyang had picked out a relatively conservative silk cheongsam dress.
But it wasn't a traditional cheongsam.
It blended some Western elements, with a layer of white tulle at the hem, and the bodice was also white with some hand-embroidered red-crowned cranes, displaying a touch of Chinese flair.
Once she put on the dress, the cheongsam's lines outlined her perfect figure, while the tulle skirt added a hint of playfulness and liveliness.
The designer, after arranging the tulle on Xia Yangyang, clapped his hands and exclaimed "perfect."
At that moment, Lu Haotian had already changed into his formal attire.
When he looked up, he saw Xia Yangyang, who had just come out after changing.
For a moment, a visibly astonished expression appeared in Lu Haotian's eyes.
Xia Yangyang was incredibly beautiful in that dress.
Time had treated her kindly, leaving no trace on her face.
Lu Haotian was reminded of the young girl he had seen ten years ago.
