The plain dress lay quietly in her bag. Jiang Xiaoyu's hand had touched it, but he had not taken it out. At first, he was worried that Xu Yiyang would return the dress. Now he had no intention of doing so, but let the dress belong to her put on again.

But what about inner resistance?

Jiang Xiaoyu bit her lip and looked at Xu Yiyang. She was afraid to wear the same series of clothes and stand next to the impeccable Liu Yunting. She would only look more insignificant and ordinary. She still knew the idiom.

"The original hand-made dress has a series, so wear it as soon as...