The next day arrived faster than expected, and the Dream Entertainment studio was buzzing with activity. Today marked the mini-debut of Y.L Mongolia, a moment that had already started making waves in the industry.
Though it wasn't a full-fledged debut, the anticipation surrounding her was unlike anything the company had seen for a rookie artist.
Lixue sat in front of a brightly lit vanity, her expression calm as the makeup artist delicately applied the finishing touches. Her eyes, sharp and mesmerizing, stared back at her from the mirror.
Today was the day she would step into the spotlight, but there was no nervousness—only quiet determination.
Just then, the door to the dressing room swung open, and one of the stylists walked in, carrying a sleek black box. The woman looked a bit confused as she set it down on the nearby table.
"Miss Y.L, this just arrived for you," the stylist said, adjusting her glasses. "It was sent with your name on it, but there's no sender."
