Counting on her fingers, Wufu had been in the area for a while now. Back in the village, or the town, she had never seen such a solemn woman. Perhaps this was the first time Wufu laid eyes on a classical beauty?
With almond eyes and rosy cheeks, her hair was swept up high with a tasseled sapphire hair ornament slanting across it. She wore a light blue dress embroidered with a pattern of butterflies among flowers, which was both elegant and graceful.
A true classical beauty was not made through the costumes of period dramas, but by genuine loveliness.
Miss Lan Shu noticed how Wufu was sizing her up and, without making a sound, took a moment to do the same. When their gazes met, she saw in the depths of Wufu's eyes an unmistakable admiration and praise, which couldn't help but please her, curving her lips into a smile.
