Yan Wuxu asked without intending to pry, but Su Ziceng was stopped in her tracks by the question, uncertain how to explain. Telling any normal person about her rebirth would surely make them think she was mentally unstable.
She pretended not to hear and took out a few outfits for Yan Wuxu to try on, including a pastel-colored evening gown which would certainly suit Yan Wuxu very well.
While Yan Wuxu was still changing clothes in the inner room, Su Ziceng sat in the outer room waiting. Was her transformation really that noticeable? Su Ziceng looked at the photo of her sixteen-year-old self on the nightstand, her smile and demeanor were once arrogant and unapproachable. Even Yan Wuxu, who had only known her for a few months, could see her difference. Could Hang Yishao and Chang's mother and daughter, or even Su Qingzhang, whom she had known for many years, fail to notice it?
