"Shut your mouth!" Su Yunjin glared at Gu Ya.
Always knowing just the right sweet nothings to say.
However, she couldn't deny that she was somewhat receptive to Gu Ya's words. Once she figured out that the woman in the carriage was Mrs. Qin, Su Yunjin let go of any animosity towards Gu Ya.
Looking at the woman who alighted from the carriage, after Mrs. Qin stepped down, a little head peeked out. A small girl, carved from jade and pink cheeks, like a glutinous rice dumpling—exceptionally beautiful, exquisite to the extreme. Su Yunjin found the girl adorable and couldn't help but take a few extra glances.
Since her transmigration, this was the first time Su Yunjin had seen such a delicately beautiful little girl. A five or six-year-old girl, so pretty it was hard to look away.
The little girl got off the carriage, holding up her skirt, and then a boy followed. The boy was equally delicate in features, but despite his young age, he had a solemn demeanor.