Tonight is the village chief's wedding day. I sat in front of the mirror and traced my eyebrows.
Of course, I'm not the village chief's daughter, I'm just a dowry girl.
Picking up the rouge and wiping away the circles under her eyes that had appeared after staying up late recently, she tried spraying the perfume given by Qingyan's husband-to-be for the first time. It smelled really good.
The girl in the mirror has a dewy appearance, with long hair like a spring, and black eyes as bright as stars.
I was very satisfied with myself, so I got up and went to Qingyan's house next door, where there was a lot of excitement with gongs and drums playing.
Reading instructions:
Supernatural short stories
Intention: Love life and strive for it.
