Is that heavily made-up woman, like a peacock, really this delicate and lovely young girl in front of me?
Qian Ye sneered, "I dressed up for him to see. Since he doesn't like it, why should I demean myself? Without him, I'll live better!"
Lisa blinked in a daze, taking a long moment to return to her senses, her big eyes scanning the woman in front of her.
The woman before her had slightly curled black hair cascading down her back. In her orange-yellow dress, her voluptuous figure was faintly discernible. Her fair skin appeared translucent in the morning light. Her red lips were lightly pursed, and her proud eyes held a hint of self-mockery. She was so pure.
"Qian Ye, you look so beautiful like this. That man rejecting you is his loss."
Lisa never expected that the woman, who didn't impress her at first, could be so stunning, more so than when she was heavily made up.
"Let's go quickly; the trial competition will start soon," Qian Ye said, widening her eyes.
