A Bride as Beautiful as a Painting

In the mirror, the young girl's lips were red, her teeth white, her eyes gentle, and her face delicate and flawless. Chu Qingyue, looking at her own reflection, was astounded, "I can hardly recognize myself, it's so beautiful!"

Chu Qingyan, proud of her work, boasted, "Hehe, every bride I've made up says the same."

"Beautiful!"

Everyone watching agreed, praising Chu Qingyan's skills.

Li Qingyu entered with Fan Yuru and Rong Shiyu, "Qingyue, Yuru and Shiyu have come to see you."

Fan Yuru and Rong Shiyu smiled, "Congratulations to the bride."

Chu Qingyue was pleasantly surprised, "Please, make yourselves comfortable."

Fan Yuru and Rong Shiyu handed Chu Qingyue a box each, "This is our gift to you, don't decline it."

Chu Qingyue hesitated to accept the boxes, "Your visit alone is enough, you didn't need to bring anything."