Her new clothes made her look even prettier. She couldn't resist examining her appearance in the copper mirror on her dressing table.
In the mirror, the young maiden had skin as smooth as cream, a face as radiant as a peach blossom, delicate eyebrows, long eyelashes, bright clear eyes like water, a distinguished nose, lips as lovely as cherries. No matter how one looked at her, she was incredibly beautiful. Describing her as stunning as the peach or plum, or as beautifully transcendent as a fairy, wouldn't be an exaggeration at all.
Looking at herself, she felt a bit smug. After all, even considering her past life, she had never seen a woman more beautiful than herself. The only pity was that she wasn't fully developed yet. If she had a proud chest, she genuinely believed no one under the heavens could surpass her in beauty!
