To put it simply, a neutral style.
As Shen Jingxian walked towards Song Yan, she noticed that many women were secretly glancing at Song Yan. She wondered if they, like her, were charmed by Song Yan, or if they wanted to learn from Song Yan's fashion sense.
Shen Jingxian was no longer who she used to be. She wasn't that coward who wanted to run away every time she saw Song Yan. Now, she could even directly throw herself into Song Yan's arms.
She knew that Song Yan would definitely catch her.
"Sister Song Yan—"
Shen Jingxian called out Song Yan's name as she rushed over. Song Yan, recognizing the person, indeed steadied and caught Shen Jingxian, who clung onto her just like that.
Song Yan, accustomed to this, asked, "How many guards did you bring out with you today, Your Highness?"
