A skirt as pure and dazzling as a forest instantly drew everyone's attention. The green color was so outstanding by itself, and combined with the skirt that resembled a painting, it was a genuine temptation of beauty. Amidst the crowd below, it still caught the eye immediately.
"Oh my gosh, it's so beautiful. That skirt looks like a painting."
"And it even seems to move. No, to be accurate, it looks as if it's alive. Every time you look, it leaves a different impression."
"Hey, isn't that Li Chun'er?"
With just one sentence from Miss Zhong, the surroundings instantly fell silent.
Everyone instinctively turned their gaze to Zhang Ling'er.
At this moment, Zhang Ling'er's face was as calm as water, her hand clutching the teacup tightly, as if she wanted to stare the person downstairs into a sieve.
"How can it be Li Chun'er," Zhang Ling'er said through gritted teeth.
But no one around dared to respond.
