Today in Changshengtian, it's a solemn and dignified day.
However, Han Minghui's mood is quite good, sitting on her soft, bouncy bed, humming "Our ancestors, truly happy today," while pulling black stockings over her perfectly shaped, beautiful legs.
The smooth and delicate stockings slowly rolled upwards, seemingly extending infinitely.
After putting on the stockings, Han Minghui donned the black suit from the bed, walked to the mirror, and struck a few poses, youthful, beautiful, and sexy, she felt very satisfied with herself.
Her loose, jet-black long hair was gathered up by Han Minghui, and soon styled into a more mature look.
She opened the drawer, picked out a pair of large, dark sunglasses from a row of glasses, and put them on her face, then checked herself out in the mirror from various angles.
"Perfect!" Han Minghui was very pleased, especially with the wide and large sunglasses.
