After the ceremony ended, Bei Ran took a moment to enjoy the cool breeze backstage.
Song Ziyu approached, having changed into a bright red cheongsam, as radiant as a bride from ancient times.
"Beautiful!" Bei Ran exclaimed sincerely.
Song Ziyu advanced and embraced Bei Ran: "Bei Ran, let's address each other by our first names! Thank you for turning the tide today, preventing me from suffering a horrendous defeat!"
"It's what I should do!" Bei Ran gently patted her back, "Don't think about it anymore, some things are simply beyond our control."
"I know!" Song Ziyu nodded her head, "Actually, you would look even more beautiful in a cheongsam. My cousin would certainly like it if he saw you, and of course, I saw Tang San was utterly captivated..."
Bei Ran chuckled softly: "Seems like you're fine now, you're even joking with me!"
