In March in the south of the Yangtze River, in the hazy mist and rain, Huo Xiaolian, the third daughter of the Huo family, sat quietly in front of the dowry, her brows half furrowed, and her eyebrows were traced over and over again, but they were never to her liking. The little maid Zhu'er came closer and saw the young lady looking in the mirror in a daze. Pearl was puzzled as she thought it had been more than two months since the young lady looked so distracted. She didn't know why.
"Miss, Miss"
Xiao Lian scolded: "When did you come in? There was no movement."
Pearl was young, smart and cute, and said angrily: "Miss, please don't talk about me. I've been staring in the mirror for a long time, but you didn't respond, and you started blaming me."
Xiao Lian was taken aback for a moment and then said back: "You damn girl, I haven't taught you a lesson for a long time!" Then the two of them started to make a fuss.
Xiao Lian thought quietly, yes, when did it start.