Wen Mian walked into the dressing room alone, the wide hem of the bridal gown almost extending to the doorway.
Through the door, Wen Mian could still sense that Pei Zhiyao was watching her from outside.
That gaze was so intense that even without facing him directly, Wen Mian could feel it.
At this moment, Wen Mian gently lifted her hand, then stroked the bridal gown.
The delicate stitching and fabric showed no trace of coarseness.
The diamonds shimmered brilliantly, glistening under the light with an almost blinding effect.
Wen Mian carefully changed into the bridal gown, effortlessly pulling up the zipper.
The waistline fit perfectly, clearly tailored just for her.
Pei Zhiyao knew her figure so well; that's why it turned out so flawlessly.
For a moment, Wen Mian's heart seemed to be touched, as if the softest part of her being was entirely under Pei Zhiyao's grasp.
Once wearing the bridal gown, Wen Mian looked even more exquisite.
