Bai Wanwan thought she must have hugged Yan Lie for too long, making Zhu Xiu jealous again.
Just as she was about to speak, Zhu Xiu turned around, and a stream of light poured from his palm.
It was a dreamlike and ethereal Jue Sha Skirt.
Moonlight passed through the translucent fabric, refracting into myriad, star-like halos. The hem of the skirt swayed gently with his movements, creating ripple-like layers of pearlescent light.
Even after seeing the dazzling array of magnificent garments in the System Mall, the one before her now still took her breath away.
The unique, water-like patterns of the Jue Sha flowed between light and shadow. Every inch exuded the mystery of the deep sea and the noble purity of the moonlight—an ethereal charm that no modern haute couture could ever hope to replicate.
She reached out and touched the hem of the skirt. The cool, silky sensation was incredibly pleasant.
