Wu Haoran was somewhat baffled and even naively asked, "What? Aren't we waiting for Senior Brother Shi?"
Ignoring his question, Ling Chuxia hitched up her dress and strode directly into the elevator. With Ling Chuxia silent, Wu Haoran, though a bit puzzled, didn't ask further and followed her into the elevator.
The elevator doors closed and began to ascend slowly.
Wu Haoran turned his face to look at Ling Chuxia. The excitement in his eyes faded, leaving only sheer admiration. "Xiaoxia, I really hadn't expected this. You've become so beautiful, not at all inferior to your elder sister!"
Ling Chuxia thought back. Since middle school when she cut off her long hair with a pair of scissors, up until university, she had always sported shoulder-length short hair, while her elder sister perpetually had long flowing hair.
