"Oh, you." Ji Ying took her hand, gently smoothing the hair on her forehead. "My girl is all grown up now."
Her bangs had already been brushed back, revealing a clean, bright forehead. Below it were lively eyes. That once tiny, frail baby had, in the blink of an eye, become a graceful young lady.
Nineteen now, she was different from all the other girls in the village—kind and sensible, never causing trouble, so well-behaved it made you want to cherish her.
Zhong Juan was just a year older than Nianhua. She looked upright and decent in public, but in private, she was entangled with Gao Jianshe, doing things that were shameful and embarrassing.
But as for her own Nianhua, in this regard, she was still as innocent as a blank sheet of paper.
"I know you want to thank Yicheng, and being grateful is a good thing, but there are certain matters where girls really need to mind their reputation."
