In the mirror, Qiaoqiao reached out with her pale, delicate hand to take Yun Mo's phone. No sooner had she said "Mother-Empress" than she gave a bashful chuckle.
Maybe every woman feels this mixture of joy and bashfulness on her wedding day, once she has donned a gorgeous dress and beautiful makeup.
Even she, who usually let things slide in front of Yuan Meili, was somewhat shy today.
From the other end, Yuan Meili's elated voice came, "Xiao'an, have you put on your wedding dress?"
"Nope." Qiao Xiaon'an smirked, "You forgot, for the morning tea ceremony, I'm wearing a Hanfu."
"Oh, right, right, how could I forget?" she added.
"Hanfu is so hard to wear, with its headdress and sashes. Amo helped me put it on though."
"Consider yourself lucky. When your dad and I got married, I was even lucky to have a red dress to wear."
