Su Qinglan stepped into the soft, shimmering red georgette dress, letting the light fabric settle smoothly over her slender frame. The rich crimson silk cascaded down to her feet like liquid fire, its golden phoenix embroidery catching the morning sunlight with every small movement.
She turned on her heel, her waist-length hair swirling around her like a cloud as she twirled gracefully in the center of the room.
The elegant golden mark resting between her brows shone softly, perfectly complementing the vibrant gown. With her fair skin glowing and her posture poised, she truly looked like a legendary princess stepping straight out of an ancient painting.
Stopping her spin, she looked at An Mo with bright, expectant eyes, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
"How do I look?" she asked, her voice laced with sweet anticipation.
