At the crack of dawn, a well-rested Ningning got up, washed up, had breakfast, and began to dress up.
A long brown trench coat, with a white sweater adorned with red lace underneath, paired with a skirt. It highlighted Ningning's fair skin and slender figure, her delicate and radiant face akin to a peach blossom in May, with almond-shaped eyes as clear as a spring, full of emotion and depth.
"My Ningning is truly getting more beautiful." Yao Chunhua couldn't help but sing praises upon seeing her daughter's attire, recalling how she too was a beauty in her youth, and her husband was a handsome lad in the town. Their children turned out strikingly well.
"Yes, Auntie is really beautiful." Yang Manman, who had also finished breakfast and was on her way to teach at the village elementary school, couldn't help but exclaim when she saw Ningning.
