Yu Sui had dressed Li Jinshuang beautifully.
Li Jinshuang wore a long dress in shades of purple, decorated with bellflower patterns. Her ink-black hair was pulled high and coiled up, revealing the slender, graceful line of her neck. The Golden Hairpin securing it was shaped like a bellflower, with long purple-bead tassels dangling beneath its petals and leaves, making a faint tinkling sound as she moved.
The dress was somewhat figure-hugging. Yu Sui had used makeup to conceal the injuries on Li Jinshuang's shoulders, back, and face, leaving the skin exposed to view flawless and white.
Li Jinshuang was always habitually quiet. At Yu Sui's urging, she had softened her expression and stopped constantly trying to look like a cold, solemn man as she used to. But years of pretending had already sculpted her into someone unaccustomed to speaking.
So now, Li Jinshuang's cool air, paired with her outfit, made her seem all the more mysterious and elegant, even sacred and untouchable.
Before getting out of the carriage, Yu Sui checked Li Jinshuang's appearance one more time, then narrowed her eyes in satisfaction. "There are quite a few kind and beautiful ladies here tonight. You can talk with them."
Li Jinshuang shook her head.
She wasn't good at making friends, much less at taking the initiative to do so.
"If you don't like it, you don't have to talk. No one will force you," Yu Sui said. "But I should warn you ahead of time: after tonight, Xun Zhiya might not trust you anymore."
Everyone at Taiyi Academy was equal, and status was not emphasized. But some people simply couldn't put aside their standing, much less forget it.
Xun Zhiya always remembered that she was the Nanjing Saintess. So when dealing with people from Nanjing, she instinctively put herself in