Since the bridesmaid’s makeup was relatively simple, Wen Duoduo finished quickly.

She couldn’t wait to see her best friend’s bridal makeup, so she quietly crept over to the makeup artist.

With one look, she was wowed by Song Yinyin.

Golden light slanted in from outside, perfectly enveloping Song Yinyin, highlighting her skin as white as congealed fat, like snow.

Further up, her lips, thin like cherries and faintly red, contrasted with her fair skin, accentuating her delicate features: a graceful and exquisite nose, slightly closed eyes, dense and curled eyelashes...

Saying she walked out of a painting wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

Wen Duoduo’s envious gaze was fixed on her face, clicking her tongue in admiration, unable to look away, "Oh my god, Yinyin, you’re so beautiful! The most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen!"

This comment came from the bottom of her heart.

It’s no wonder they say a bride’s wedding day is the most beautiful day of her life.

Although, she felt that Song Yinyin was already very beautiful usually, but today, she was breathtakingly stunning.

She could already imagine when Song Yinyin walks down the red carpet later, the eyes of all the guests, especially the men, would be fixated on her...

Thinking of this, Wen Duoduo generously exclaimed, "Truly too beautiful, oh my, if I were a man, I’d want to marry you too!"

Song Yinyin was amused by this.

Wen Duoduo couldn’t take her eyes off her, almost wanting to just hug her best friend tightly and give her a big kiss.

In fact, in a moment of impulse, she was about to do just that.

The makeup artist quickly stopped her, "Oh my, ladies, please don’t ruin the masterpieces we stylists have crafted, fixing it would be troublesome."

Wen Duoduo was stunned, "Two beauties? I only see one, where’s the other one?"

Song Yinyin burst out laughing, "It’s you, silly! Look in the mirror to see how pretty you are today!"

Saying this, she handed the mirror to Wen Duoduo.

Wen Duoduo, always careless and rough, actually had very pretty features, just wasn’t fond of dressing up.

But now, under the skillful hands of the makeup artist, she was like raw jade, revealed in its true brilliance after meticulous crafting.

In the mirror, she saw her delicate eyebrows, lively big eyes, curled and long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, a small straight nose, a slightly upturned nose tip, full and pink lips...

At first glance, she appeared almost mixed-race.

Wen Duoduo was stunned looking at herself in the mirror, "This, this, is this really me? Oh my, how did I become... become..."

"Become so beautiful, right? Hahaha, you didn’t see wrong, I’ve always said you’re beautiful! You just don’t like to dress up." Song Yinyin laughed and said.

Wen Duoduo stuck out her small red tongue, "It’s mainly because it’s my first time being a bridesmaid, it feels unreal, I’m afraid I’m dreaming, dreaming that I became beautiful... Yinyin, pinch me!"

With that, she lifted Song Yinyin’s hand to her own face, "Don’t hold back, pinch hard!"

Song Yinyin didn’t hold back and obliged.

"Ah—Yinyin, you really pinched me! It hurts! You’re murdering your best friend!" Wen Duoduo rubbed her cheek, roaring like a lion from the East.

"You told me to pinch you, it’s not my fault."

"No way! I have to pinch you back!"

Wen Duoduo pretended to go pinch Song Yinyin, but Song Yinyin deftly dodged, and the two started twirling around the room together.