Cen Dongsheng took a while to come back to his senses and couldn't help but say,
"This stunning look, of course, comes from careful dressing up. Only a blind man would fail to see that."
"Yes."
An Zhizhen smiled happily, seemingly very satisfied with his reaction.
"I came to attend your banquet."
"My banquet?"
Cen Dongsheng scratched his head, somewhat distressed.
"I remember I just invited you to my house for dinner; it's just a family gathering. You said yourself there's no need to be formal, but now..."
"Can't help it, anything related to you, no matter what, is very important to me."
She picked up the hem of her dress and twirled on the spot. The wide skirt fluttered like butterfly wings, briefly revealing her snow-white, crystal-strap high-heeled feet beneath.
"Just bought these clothes and hadn't had a chance to wear them, so I wore them for you first. Do you like them?"
An Zhizhen cocked her head slightly, looking at him with eyes full of anticipation.