"Shenshen, you're up, come and have breakfast." Ye Fuling waved at her with a warm smile, adopting the stance of a hostess, which made Mi Shen feel very awkward.
It wasn't so much the awkwardness of being overshadowed but her attire for the day... which was truly ripe for criticism.
Ye Fuling, who seemed to have taken leave of her senses today, usually favored various elegant dresses, but today she wore a white sweatshirt paired with light blue jeans. She had tied her hair up and braided it, perched on the back of her head, swinging with her movements.
Usually meticulously made up, today she had simply applied a base layer, which still looked passable.
Only...it was too abnormal.
Having grown accustomed to the mature look of Ye Fuling, the shift to an invincibly youthful style was a bit hard to accept, mainly because it felt awkward.
Mi Shen glanced at the excessively lavish breakfast on the table, "Auntie Ye, weren't you in the hospital?"
