The sun sank in the west, casting a soft, golden glow.
A woman dressed in begonia-red stood there, her face more dazzling than the evening rays.
Jiu Jiu stared in a daze, seeing her dear mother suddenly appear before her as if by magic—no, as if a beautiful woman had been conjured out of thin air.
The little girl's tears immediately turned to laughter. She managed to hold back her crying, but because her expression changed so quickly, two shimmering snot bubbles popped out of her nose.
'Is this what they mean by "pretty enough to make bubbles"?' Ji Qingwu couldn't help but laugh out loud.
She took a scented handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped Jiu Jiu's nose, for the little girl was very particular about her appearance.
It was the first time Jiu Jiu had seen her mother in such a grand and beautiful dress, and she couldn't take her eyes off her.
