Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Dew of White Dew Has Yet to Dry
The charity ball was held in the foyer of Baili Palace.
Xue Waiwai said that Baili Palace was the largest building in Qingcheng, and any significant event in Qingcheng would take place there. Therefore, many women regarded Baili Palace as a revolutionary base for changing their destinies.
Junxi asked her, "Are you one of those women?"
Xue Waiwai blushed and smiled, "I used to think about going there to catch a wealthy husband, but now I have Gao Yuan. He is the best."
On the surface, Xue Waiwai appeared carefree, but she was actually very cautious. Before Gao Yuan, she never referred to any man as "the best," only as "better."
Junxi thought that aside from this person, everyone else had faded into the background; perhaps this was what love felt like.
Before the ball began, Zhou Xuanyu called her specifically to ask, "Do you want me to pick you up early?"
"Why should I come early?"
"You all..." He hesitated and didn't specify who "you all" referred to, "don't you need to put on makeup before going out?"
Do women really need to wear makeup before going out? Who said that? They weren't all celebrities.
Oh, she wasn't a celebrity, but he did have a celebrity by his side.
Thinking of it this way made her feel uncomfortable.
"I am young and beautiful; I don't need makeup!" Junxi raised her voice.
"Alright, I'll come pick you up later."
He didn't say much more, naturally acknowledging her youthful beauty, which made Junxi feel a bit shy.
Beside them, Xue Waiwai couldn't hold back any longer. She waited until Junxi hung up the phone and then pushed her onto the small makeshift vanity in their dorm.
"You are indeed beautiful, but it's such an important occasion. You never know, you might meet someone who could change your life..."
"I'm not going on a blind date."
"Shut up. Anyway, looking plain is just unethical."
Before Xue Waiwai finished speaking, she had already skillfully opened her makeup bag.
Junxi already had delicate features, and with Xue Waiwai's expert touch, a light application of eyebrow pencil and lip tint along with a bit of powder added the perfect finishing touch.
Looking at the charming girl in the mirror, Xue Waiwai thought that it was more than just youthful beauty.
When Zhou Xuanyu came to pick her up from school, the construction signs on the road from the north gate to the dorm had just been removed, allowing normal passage.
He drove directly to the girls' dormitory.
Ziying's performing arts department was known for producing many beautiful girls, and before the roadwork at the north gate, it wasn't uncommon to see luxury cars lined up outside the girls' dorm. However, it was quite rare for someone like Zhou Xuanyu to appear so openly during the day.
As Junxi came downstairs, Zhou Xuanyu gentlemanly got out of the car to open the door for her. His presence and his car instantly attracted attention from various onlookers.
Xue Waiwai leaned over the balcony excitedly, grinning as she waved at her.
Fearing to attract more attention, Junxi quickly sat inside the car. As she closed the door, the whispers still faintly reached her ears.
"That's her again, that Wen Junxi..."
That Wen Junxi... A helpless smile appeared at the corner of Junxi's mouth.
Zhou Xuanyu got into the car, completely cutting off the idle chatter. He didn't rush to start the engine but took a moment to glance at Junxi.
The dress suited her perfectly, its white fabric appearing even more flawless against her skin. Her face was simply adorned, neither ostentatious nor excessive, clean and serene, just right for the saying, "The lotus is no match for a beauty's makeup."
"Aren't you going to put on any makeup?"
Junxi pulled out a small mirror to check her reflection and blinked, "Isn't it good to make you look better?"
He raised an eyebrow noncommittally, then turned his gaze away. As he started the car, his lazy voice drifted over.
"Not bad."
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