Thankfully, she had taken a shower that morning, so she probably looked normal.
So Fei Jin urged her to hurry up and brush her teeth.
Song Qingya walked over to the mirror. The familiar enamel cup was already filled with warm water, a wisp of steam rising slowly from it. The toothpaste had already been squeezed out.
'Life is truly wonderful,' she thought.
'My man is so diligent, attentive, and handsome!'
'I can totally accept living in an era without cell phones.'
These simple days were filled with so much happiness.
「In the blink of an eye, the weekend arrived.」
Song Qingya was in an exceptionally good mood and tried on four or five outfits.
She picked up a pink dress, put it on, and spun around twice, but then took it off, feeling it was a bit too conspicuous.
In the end, she decided to wear an inconspicuous long-sleeved shirt made of blue coarse cloth and black pants to go out.
