Ruan Jiaojiao wasn't wearing any makeup, she'd just had her hair styled into an ancient hairdo, with a jade-colored butterfly hairpin swaying on top. She wore a floor-length gauzy dress in pale cyan and white, with a matching chest wrap underneath, and a light purple belt at her waist that cinched her slim figure so tight it was barely a handful.
Her skin was already fairer than most people's; in this pale blue-white dress, her complexion looked even more like snow, tender and luminous. As she walked out slowly, she seemed like a fairy stepping out of the celestial realm, truly untouched by mortal dust.
Not only did the little old man stare in a daze, even Ruan Lei and Yang Tao were startled.
They'd known Ruan Jiaojiao was pretty since she was little, but there had never been a moment like this, when they so clearly realized that she was really, truly beautiful—beautiful to the point of being over the top.
