Levin withdrew his gaze and reached out his hand to Wendy. "No matter how beautiful she is, she's not as beautiful as you tonight. Shall we go down together?"
Wendy smiled and placed her hand on his.
The sound of high heels stepping on marble was particularly ear-piercing. With one hand on Levin's hand and the other on the hem, Wendy stepped on the spiral staircase elegantly.
Tonight, she was different from her usual elegant and decent self. She was wearing a tight red velvet dress, and the hemline of the dress fell to the ground, making her look quite beautiful.
The red dress set off her snow-white skin, and her fluttering hair added a bit of intellectual beauty to her.
After sending her to the stage, Levin left the middle position.