An hour was left before noon.
Henan was in her room.
She did not select the dress which she was supposed to wear on this family lunch.
She thought to wear floral blue changpao with a long woolen trench coat or a simple floral white changpao with a cloak.
Her murky white cloak was made with exceptionally soft material and it was a gift from her father, the white fur lace boost its charm two-fold and today she was wearing it for the first time.
It was decided now, she would wear this combination.
She called Wei Lan to fix her hair, light make up was a feasible choice and it added to her charisma, she was looking young and beautiful fairy who came to life from a painting.
She was ready to rush and tell her father that she was ready before time, she happily stood up from the dressing table but she heard, "Henan, my child, we are late, come in hurry, " her father voiced from the yard.
