Shen Miao retracted her gaze and heard Shen Qiu say, "Sister, you're getting better and better looking!"
"Brat." Shen Xin kicked Shen Qiu. "What are you talking about? Your sister always looks good."
Luo Xueyan also smiled and walked to Shen Miao's side. She held her hand and said, "Our Jiaojiao is already a big girl."
Everyone in the hall looked at Shen Miao, their eyes filled with confusion. A year ago, Shen Miao was still a silly girl who liked putting gold and silver on her. Now, she was wearing a simple purple dress in addition to a cloak that was the color of a peony with exquisite flowers embroidered on it. She only chose to decorate her hair with a single hairpin, which surprisingly gave her a gorgeous noble aura. Her facial features were delicate and clear. For some reason, people found the girl unapproachable and inviolable.
All the women in the room had a surging feel of inferiority when compared to her.
