"Jiang Jingming, how do I look in this outfit?"
Sang Yu came down from upstairs, wearing a shirt with small yellow flowers on the top and a yellow half-skirt on the bottom.
She wore a pair of chunky-heeled shoes and let her hair fall straight down her back with a yellow headband.
They had only hurriedly exchanged glances at the wedding while toasting, so she wasn't sure if his family would like this style.
Even though she and Jiang Jingming didn't have any feelings for each other, she was still meeting the elders,
so she felt a bit nervous inside.
In the instant Sang Yu appeared, Jiang Jingming's gaze was already fixed on her.
The girl before him seemed like an elf running out from a field of flowers.
His gaze lingered on Sang Yu, his heartbeat erratic and in a wild rush, pausing briefly before pounding again.
"What's wrong? Does it not look good?" Sang Yu didn't hear a response from the man for a long time and couldn't help but ask.
