It was a long, pale purple dress, its hem embroidered with delicate silver patterns that shimmered softly beneath the lamplight.
With the heavy crown of the pope removed, her long hair fell over her shoulders. She seemed less imposing and more gentle and charming.
Su Yu simply stood there in silence, his gaze fixed on her without a word. A trace of nervousness rose in Bibi Dong's heart.
She lightly lifted her skirt and spun around once. The pale purple hem blossomed like a flower bud as she turned.
The silver patterns on the hem flowed with her movements, scattering tiny glimmers of light.
"How is it? Does this look bad on me?"
She stopped, her voice carrying a faint, barely perceptible nervousness. Her eyes sparkled as she gazed at him.
Only then did Su Yu come back to himself. The amazement in his eyes was undisguised as he hurried forward and gently took her hand.
"No! You look beautiful!"
He looked her over carefully. Without the weight of her pope's robes, the pale purple dress made her skin seem even fairer.
"You're even more beautiful than I imagined." Su Yu's smile deepened. "Let's go, my... Dong'er."
Bibi Dong's cheeks flushed slightly at his frank praise. She let him lead her, her steps light as she followed him outside.
The two concealed their Soul Power fluctuations and blended into the streets of Spirit City like an ordinary couple.
Under the night sky, the streets blazed with lights. Vendors' cries, children's laughter, and the din of taverns mingled together, filling the city with the vivid warmth of ordinary life.
Bibi Dong gazed at the lively scene before her, listening to the vendors calling out around her. Gradually, a vibrant light returned to her eyes.
"Dong'er!"
Seeing the light in her eyes,