The voice and form remain.
Although it was just a dress, once worn, it instantly bestowed a unique aura upon the wearer.
Fu Qian knew this was not simply a matter of aesthetic sensitivity, because at a glance, although Lady Ji Ning had not yet spoken, each audience member's face already bore a touch of eerie expression.
Both for the effect when worn, and for the act of putting it on just now.
Firstly, such a strange scene, such a strange location, the sudden appearance of such a dress was indeed abrupt.
After all, even if you take ten thousand steps back, behind the curtain is not a place for hanging clothes.
Meanwhile, Lady Ji Ning, tense and striving for survival, had no hesitation in taking down the dress and wearing it, a decisiveness that was abnormal.
And most importantly, the dress fit her frighteningly well.
A series of changes challenging cognition caused quite a significant impact.
"How is it?"
