Tang Song turned around, his expression slightly blank.
She had already changed into a unique Hanfu, which could also be called a dance costume.
The silver-thread embroidery on the bust complemented her collarbone, making it shine like a new moon. Her fair skin glowed with a delicate, jade-like sheen under the lights.
The high-slit skirt followed her steps lightly, revealing straight, luscious snow-white legs. As the fabric billowed, it flickered in and out of view, exuding a charm that intertwined classical and modern styles.
Paired with vintage earrings and hair accessories, the classic and modern blend showcased an elegant and charming aura.
"Ding ding ding~"
The vintage buyao pendants jingled.
Zhao Yaqian walked gracefully over to Tang Song, her face blooming with a coquettish smile.
She was like a lady who had wandered off from a painting, losing her way.
"Is it beautiful, Brother Song?"
