"Oh my! Look at my poor eyesight." Madam Qian busily stepped forward and took the young girl's hand, saying to Madam Luo, "This young lady has grown up to be so beautiful. If she walked down the street, I surely wouldn't dare recognize her."
She turned her head to introduce her to Song Jiyun: "This is Madam Luo's niece from her maternal family. Two years younger than you. She wasn't even as tall as an embroidery stool when she followed Madam Luo from Anhui!"
She also whispered to her daughter and Yuan Yunzhong, "The child hit her head when she was little, which is why she was named Silly Girl."
The two of them couldn't help but glance at Silly Girl.
Silly Girl just beamed at them, her smile so brilliant and warm, it reminded one of summer or blooming flowers, dazzlingly lovely.
Madam Luo was a woman with a kind and simple face, blushing as she urged Silly Girl: "Haven't you yet greeted the Madam and the young miss with a bow?"