Miao Fengqin announced that it was the old material she had kept from her own wedding to Wang Zhenguo, intended all along to form her daughter's dowry.
Despite it being just cloth, it was exceptionally beautiful silk satin, creating an incongruous sight with the simple house.
Under the gaze and comments full of envy from others, Wang Jiao applied Friendship Snowflake Cream to her face in front of the mirror, and a faint fragrance enveloped her.
After having her hair combed, a red flower pinned on her temple, and tying the red kerchief that Zhang Yuejin had given her, she looked around and asked, "Where is Xiaoxue? Why isn't she here? We live so close, she would have still come, even if it were snowing."
At the end of her statement, her sister-in-law Wu Cuihua chuckled.
"Xiaoxue is pregnant, she can't be in your departure room, have you forgotten?" It was an old custom, but everyone complied with it.
"I see!" Wang Jiao was hoping to flaunt her glory to Feng Qingxue.
