She wore the diamond necklace Huo Zhanting had given her around her neck, and stepped into a pair of silver pointed-toe stilettos. When Feng Mumu saw An Lan all dressed up, she stopped playing with her doll. She dashed over and hugged An Lan's legs.
"Pretty sister, you look so beautiful today, just like, the prettiest doll."
The best adjective a child could think of was "doll," because in Feng Mumu's mind, dolls were the prettiest, cutest things in the world.
An Lan half-squatted, playfully tilted her head and lightly pinched Feng Mumu's cheek, asking, "What's wrong? Do I only look good today? Was I not good-looking before?"
"No, pretty sister looks good every day." Feng Mumu was a bit anxious. She wanted to express her thoughts, but didn't know how to say it properly, until Aunt Li couldn't bear to watch and lightly coughed from the side.
"Does Mumu want to say that Auntie An gets prettier day by day? That today you are prettier than yesterday?"
