She looked herself over in the mirror again and again, appearing quite novel and splendid, but there was still an odd feeling of discomfort in her heart. After all, transitioning so abruptly to an ethnic style required a short period of adaptation.
"Wanxia... are you ready?" Na Ersi's voice came from outside.
Su Wanxia responded and then ran out. The embroidered shoes were quite comfortable, providing a very steady walk.
When Na Ersi saw her rushing out, he couldn't help teasing her, "You're dressed in these clothes; you really look like a genuine member of a minority nationality."
"Heh, really? I still feel a bit uncomfortable, though," Su Wanxia chuckled drily.
"You'll get used to it after a while."
"Mm, let's go."
However, when Na Ersi took her to the headman's house, Na Wa was strangely absent.
Na Ersi found a young man to inquire, "Where is the young lady?"
