As the dinner was more formal and was held in the Vice President’s residence, Gu Qiqi could not appear in a white shirt and jeans as usual to show her respect.
She had to pick a dress.
When she opened the wardrobe and looked for clothes, she realized that she had not had the mood to buy new clothes in the past three years.
The closet was filled with luxurious evening gowns. All of them were custom-made by the top designer, Beigong Xiaojiu, that year.
Now, Beigong Xiaojiu had become her husband’s sister in name, while her former lover, Gong Jue, was still unknown.
She was beautiful, but every single one of them could bring back memories of the past. When she wore them, she was filled with the smell of Gong Jue and Gong Jue’s taste.
How could it not make people sigh and feel sad?
Gu Qiqi pursed her lips and closed the wardrobe.
