Aunt Zhao stood at the door, glancing left and right. When she saw Yu Tingwan come out, she froze.
"You..."
Who is this!
Her eyes were like autumn water, her lip color captivating, her skin fairer than snow.
Lady Zhao had never seen such a beautiful woman before.
Yu Tingwan stepped over the threshold: "Aunt."
The voice was as it used to be.
Aunt Zhao was astonished and tentatively asked, "Wan Niang?"
"Did you come looking for me for something?"
Seeing her like this, the girl wiped her face and explained, "I'm new here. The county town is not like the countryside, you have to be cautious when you go out, so I smeared some ash on my face."
Lady Zhao suddenly understood.
"No wonder."
"It should be this way, it should be this way."
Lady Zhao had always thought the girl was good. Her husband was like that, yet she had not given up on him. Now she couldn't help but like her even more.
