“Miss, First Furen is almost here.”
“Help me dress.”
“Yes, miss.”
Soon, Bai Yu came out of her Jiu Yu Residence in a white dress with only one decoration in her hair: a white jade hairpin. She should not be dressing too extravagantly during the time of mourning. Still, her swollen eyes, which were a result of crying, needed to be covered up by cosmetics.
“Yu-er, you’re still sick. You should not be outside like this.” Bai Han walked to help support his eldest daughter, who came out to the front gate with a pale face. Bai Yu had fainted and only just woken up, yet she insisted on being here to welcome her mother back to uphold the tradition.
“Father, do not worry. I feel much better now.” Bai Yu smiled at her father, who was hugging her, not caring that they were under the gaze of everyone in the mansion and the crowd outside, who were waiting to witness the return of a major family’s Furen.