After ordering the dishes, Zhen Shuangyan hesitated for a moment and softly asked, "Have you been very busy with work lately?"
Xia Yueqing was sterilizing chopsticks and bowls, and upon hearing this, she gently shook her head, "Not really, it's not too busy."
Zhen Shuangyan couldn't help but scrutinize Xia Yueqing across the table.
It was then she realized that the dress Xia Yueqing was wearing today, she had never seen before.
Which wasn't surprising.
But this dress looked particularly beautiful, the kind that you couldn't buy for just a hundred or two hundred yuan.
Her gaze naturally fell on Xia Yueqing's face.
Xia Yueqing had been a beauty since she was a child, and even though she didn't dress up much, she was enough to attract attention effortlessly.
Compared to Xia Yining, Xia Yueqing's features were softer, like a piece of raw jade that had been carved, shining radiantly.
The more she looked, the more she felt that Xia Yueqing had changed subtly and inadvertently.
