The next was dress-up. Treading on the snow, she took out all of the dancers' clothes and laid them on the bed. She looked at them, chose them, and selected them one by one. She felt that these clothes were not suitable for her. However, time was pressing, and she didn't have time to do new ones. She only had to search through these clothes. After picking and picking for half a day, she finally chose a red dress as bright as fire. The old dress was complicated, let alone this kind of stage dress, which was layered and complicated. Treading on the snow alone couldn't be done. With the help of the dancing butterfly, standing on the snow, she finally put on the dress.
She had also chosen her clothes, leaving only her makeup. She told Wu Die that she had to make up heavier tonight, and it wou
