Always feeling like she'd only slept a blink, Hua Jin awoke in a noisy clamor.
She shed her comfortable casual clothes and put on a new outfit that her mother had insisted she wear, afraid her daughter might opt for her usual convenient attire.
Looking at the pink clothes in her hands, Hua Jin resignedly dressed herself, feeling an inexplicable embarrassment—having grown up, she could no longer easily pull off any color like she did in her childhood. Now in her two lifetimes combined, she felt like an old cucumber trying to act youthful.
No matter what, she couldn't hold back on her brother's joyous day. She put on pretty clothes, styled her hair into a simple bun, chose a plain pearl hairpin from the dressing box, lightly brushed her eyebrows, and applied some colorless lip balm, instantly making her naturally pink lips even brighter.
