Invitation

Shao Yunduan suddenly felt as if his heart had been attacked by something. It was a feeling of warmth, soft and heartful, which flowed all through his veins.

"…then you should be careful, and be sure to leave early."

Qiao Xuan smiled. "Okay!"

Two days later, Qiao Xuan and Shao Yunduan went into the town together.

Qiao Xuan was well aware that Qiao Wei would like to see what a terrible life she was having, so she picked an ordinary-looking cotton dress and did a hairstyle only for married women, inserting a small silver hairpin in it. Then she added two commonly-seen flowers that were no more than the size of a coin.

She liked the beautiful roses or China roses that were fresh and blooming in her hair in daily life. But now that she was wearing the silk flowers and checked herself in the mirror, she wasn't that bad-looking either.

From Qiao Wei's perspective, she was really poor.

Qiao Xuan was very satisfied by how she was dressed.