Behind the mirror, Ah Qing was smiling and gazing ahead.
Wen Li was holding her skirt edges up with both hands, her graceful and delicate face showing confusion, her eyes clear and pure, devoid of any impurities.
Inside the room, the sound of raindrops pattering outside the window could be heard.
Wen Li slightly widened her eyes, seemingly seeing an intensely impactful scene, causing her thoughts to wade into a muddy swamp, unable to come back to her senses for a long while.
Is the girl in the mirror herself?
Although Wen Li is a woman, she has just started to wear dresses, transitioning from Daoist robes to long gowns, from short hair to long hair. The appearance of Ah Qing, who is proficient in the Six Arts for Women and a courtesan from a brothel, was already a dimensional blow.
No doubt she never thought… she could look this good.
"..." Ah Qing was smiling and watching from the side.
She felt an unexpected sense of accomplishment seeing Wen Li surprised by her handiwork.
