At the second watch of the night, a call for the pink blush.
**...**
It had been just over two months, yet Lian Huahua seemed to have transformed into a different person. Not to mention the luxurious silks adorning her body or the pearls and jade in her hair, but even her features seemed to have changed. Her eyes were still the same, but the spirit between them was different, and even her way of walking was unlike before.
Lian Manman thought of a saying: Clothes make the man. From a maiden to a married woman, from the daughter of a poor Scholar in the countryside to the wife of a rich and noble family in the town, Lian Huahua had become more... delicate.
Leaning on the shoulders of two maids, she took small steps, indeed like her name, Huahua, she appeared as beautiful and fragile as a flower.
By now, Lian Huahua had approached and curtsied to Old Madam Shen.
"Greetings to Mother," she said, her voice softer and more melodic than before.