Once Mei Wanying had finished getting ready, she carefully dressed her daughter as well.
The little one inherited her parents' good looks. With her hair in double buns, adorned with a small beaded flower, she was like a perfect little doll, beautiful and adorable.
While Mei Wanying was busy, Pei Yan stayed by the side of the mother-daughter pair.
He wanted to braid his daughter's hair too, but Mei Wanying wouldn't let him, saying he was clumsy.
He could only watch with longing.
When the mother and daughter were ready, Pei Yan went to get their cloaks.
One large and one small.
The same color as the clothes they were wearing.
He handed Ling's cloak to Ding Xiang, who bent down to fasten it for her.
Ling looked up, watching her daddy put the cloak on her mommy, her eyes curving into crescents as she smiled.
"Daddy, you're so good."
She commented.
Pei Yan's lips curved. He stroked the little one's head. "You be a little better-behaved too. Don't cause trouble."
