First, it was a little red.

A touch of red.

The intense color attracted peoples attention from the corner of their eyes. When they looked over, the perfect and elegant person had walked out of the car.

Her figure was slender and perfect. There was not a single flaw.

The black and white colors brought them back to the past, and the hint of red marked the difference in intensity.

They had seen many people who looked good in Chanel, but none of them were like the person in front of them. She was beautiful and elegant, and she did not look like a real person.

She was like a real stunner without any trace to invite contempt.

The moment she stepped on the red carpet, the spotlight seemed to freeze for a moment. Everyones eyes were easily snatched away by her. When she walked on the red carpet, her every movement was natural. Her posture was noble and generous. She did not look like a mere noble but more like a proud queen. Her back was straight, but it did not stop her hips from swaying.

Under the veil of the hat, her face was faintly discernible, revealing a hint of mystery. It was also this trace of mystery that made ones heart itch. When one stretched out their neck, they wanted to see her true appearance. Obviously, one only needed to take a closer look to be able to see it clearly.

She seemed to be from another era. The strong retro style brought by the black-and-white classic dress seemed like it was frozen in time. She was like a wisp of smoke that suddenly appeared in this era, bringing extreme beauty.

She was neither fast nor slow, but she was definitely faster than the five minutes the security guard had said she should spend.

At that moment, the celebrities who had just appeared or hadnt entered yet, no matter how luxurious their clothes were, became merely her foils.

The media focused their attention on the woman in the center.

They did not know her, nor did they know who she was, but it did not stop them from thinking that she was a real peerless beauty.

She looked straight ahead indifferently and walked gracefully and neatly. She raised her left hand slightly because she was holding a small decorative white bag. Her right hand moved slightly as she walked. At that moment, many media personnel swore that even the models on the runway could not walk as well as she did, bringing with her a lethal charm.

Not one of them wanted to insult her.

She did not look at any media camera. This actually made many people feel a sense of defeat. When she was about to reach the end of the red carpet, the originally indifferent foreign media subconsciously raised the camera in their hands and shouted excitedly, Please look over! I beg you!

Can you look at us? Just one look!

You are too beautiful, my god!

The foreigners might be exaggerating, but they were never stingy with their praise for things that could amaze them in an instant.

Su Chas English was already quite good. She could understand it. After two minutes, she did not stop and walked to the end. At that moment, she heard the voices of the media personnel around her. She subconsciously looked over.

It was hard to tell what she was thinking. Her eyes were unusually calm. She did not raise her chin too high. Without any movement, one could feel that her eyes past the gauze seemed to be showing a hint of careless contempt.

This contempt was not due to her arrogance, but because of her noble aura.

It made one want to kneel on the ground and worship her.

With a click and a flash, the scene was captured forever.