On the first day of the New Year, Yun Ya was awakened by the sound of firecrackers.
She put on a brand-new red jacket with silver cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar, adding a touch of elegance to the festive look. The red flowing gauze skirt was graceful and beautiful, swaying like flowers as she walked.
Yun Ya rarely wore red. This was a dress sent by Zhuang Xiyue, and unexpectedly, Yun Ya carried off this gaudy bright red perfectly, making her skin look like creamy jade and her features as if they were painted. Truly, she was more delicate than a flower, a rare beauty.
Yun Ya walked out of the room. It was a beautiful day, the sun dispelling the cold, warming her body. She shaded her eyes with her fingers, squinting at the sunlight.
A gentle smile slowly lifted at the corners of her mouth.
New Year, new atmosphere, she was a year older again.
