The shout from the crowd echoed like thunder, pulling every camera in that direction.
The door of a sleek black van swung open.
And out stepped Lin Qian.
The collective gasp that followed was deafening.
Her baby-blue gown shimmered like water under moonlight, each step making the fabric ripple as though the dress itself was alive. The delicate chiffon layers floated around her legs, light as air, while a subtle silver embroidery caught the floodlights and reflected them in dazzling glimmers.
The neckline was neither too bold nor too modest, structured perfectly to show her elegant collarbones. Her waist was cinched just right, flowing into a skirt that hugged her figure before flaring gracefully, accentuating her lithe yet undeniably voluptuous form.
Her makeup was soft but meticulous. A faint blush graced her cheeks, her lips a delicate shade of rose, her eyes lined just enough to make them gleam like the brightest stars.
