The next day, Celestial Sea Drama Academy.
Yang Xiaoxiu had been waiting at the school gate since early morning, rubbing her hands together in the cold wind, her cheeks slightly reddened by the breeze.
The yellowed leaves of the French plane trees twirled down from the air, and the delicate Yang Xiaoxiu standing among them exuded a hint of retro feminine beauty.
Yang Xiaoxiu's appearance actually resembled that of women in old movies from Tianhai, with slender willow-leaf eyebrows and slightly upturned phoenix eyes, combined with her clean and petite face. Although she wore no heavy makeup, one could long expect that she'd speak softly in a Wu dialect any moment.
Additionally, due to her tall and slim figure, Yang Xiaoxiu seemed perfect for wearing fitted qipao; if she were to dress formally, she would undoubtedly be a living classical beauty of Shanghai.
