The makeup artist noticed Lin Yixun's gloomy expression and couldn't help but ask, "Miss Lin, do you not like it? If you don't, there's still time to redo it."
"No need, your makeup is very good."
It's not that she was dissatisfied, she was just heartbroken. To someone in despair, even the most beautiful makeup is meaningless.
In addition to doing Lin Yixun's makeup, the makeup artist also brought several dresses. With just a glance, Lin Yixun could tell these dresses were incredibly expensive.
"Lin Yixun, these dresses were custom-made to your measurements. Do you have one in mind for tonight?"
Lin Yixun glanced at the dresses and pointed at a black one, "How about this one?"
"Don't you think black is a bit too plain?"
"Let's go with this one, it doesn't matter which one I wear."
