Standing in the center of the banquet hall where lights intersected, she felt as if she had truly stepped into another world.
She also realized some of her past conceits.
…
10 o'clock at night.
A black silver two-tone Bentley smoothly drove out of the hotel's front door, the rear window rising, merging into the never-ending river of neon-lit cars.
Lin Muxue sat in the backseat, gracefully adjusting her dress, rubbing her slightly sore ankle.
Beside her, Bei Yuwei was typing responses on her phone when she suddenly looked up at her, speaking softly, "Muxue, I'm planning to post some photos from tonight's event on Weibo, and you're in them. You don't mind, do you?"
Lin Muxue paused slightly, her previously tired body unconsciously straightening a bit.
"Of course not."
"Then I'll have my assistant post them."
"Okay." Lin Muxue nodded gently, responding modestly, yet a hard-to-suppress blush quietly spread on her cheeks.
