Yan Xiaye blinked in grievance, looked down at the champagne-colored dress, and tearfully returned to change into another one.
Summarizing silently from her two previous failures, this time she chose a more solemn sapphire blue, and armed herself with a set of priceless jewelry, appearing once again with great poise.
Compared to the pale yellow one, this dress no longer emphasized her youthfulness.
Instead, it brought out a striking beauty, like a thorned rose, expensive and radiant, yet unattainable.
Li Yuntang nodded reluctantly: "This is the one."
Yan Xiaye drooped her eyes, scooted to sit beside him, and looked up at the man's incomparably handsome face: "Li Yuntang, after I got pregnant, have I become ugly?"
Li Yuntang's long eyes were filled with her silhouette, he said with a mix of amusement and helplessness: "Why do you ask this?"
