In fact, Jun Yiyi's earlier entrance was already beautiful enough. But now, with her radiant and joyous smile, those gem-like shining eyes, that invigorated spirit, she outshone her earlier self a hundred times over.
Earlier she was merely a beautiful artwork, pretty but lacking a bit of soul. Now, she seemed infused with a soul's essence, dazzling in an instant — vibrant, colorful, lively, fragrant.
She made them seem dull in comparison.
"What are you here for?" Jun Yiyi was in a good mood, so she didn't mind them barging in.
The girls exchanged a glance: "Jun Yiyi, why did you change your dress? Wasn't the previous one good enough? I think it was a special haute couture piece from Fashion Week, not to mention its price, I heard it's hard to get one's hands on it."
Jun Yiyi beamed, "I'm rich and capricious, isn't that allowed? But changing several dresses in one party is not such a big deal."
The girls all secretly cursed: Show-off.
