Just now, a few people walked in together, with Yun Ya among them, overshadowed by Zhuang Xiyue's presence, she successfully didn't draw any attention.
But when Yan Xing shouted, she successfully attracted all the attention.
Yan Xing dashed over, grabbing Yun Ya's sleeve and yanking her out from the shadows.
The hem of her dress flew gracefully, even slightly stumbled by Yan Xing's pull, the girl charmingly entered everyone's view.
A silver-threaded pleated long skirt draped down, its hem perfectly hugged her waist, like a tranquil orchid slowly blossoming from her waist, the skirt outlined with gold thread forming floral branches, a fusion of gold and silver that brings forth a serene aftersplendor; a top of the same color with a diagonal collar and wide sleeves, its collar and cuffs embroidered with golden patterns, accentuating her slender waist, elegantly standing there, her figure graceful like an orchid blooming deep in time, tranquil, fragrant, breathtakingly beautiful.
