The feeling of being watched

Her figure was not as good as Miss Jiang's, her skin was not white enough, her height was not tall enough, and there was no need to talk about her temperament.

How could the temperament of a poor student like her be comparable to those rich young ladies?

Even if it was an upscale fabric and a large brand, if she wore it inappropriately, it would only give off the feeling of it being a knockoff.

Wu Zhixuan looked towards Jiang Yuan. She was small and delicate, and wearing red indeed didn't have a queen-like aura.

What she was suitable for was the kind of color that was a little bit clearer, not too strong, not too ostentatious.

It was as fresh and elegant as a daisy, blooming just right.

He sighed. What happened to him? He actually had a feeling that he had been possessed.

Jiang Yuan was not Jiang Shuxia, and the two were different after all.

In the end, Yang Yu still chose a light pink evening dress.