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Beautifully Adorned

Song Xuan helped Yang ZiMei prepared a cla.s.sical hand-painted dress.

A pink Chinese outter coat, decorative-knotted wide sleeves, hand-painted orchids; a powder blue silk long dress with a splash-ink drawn crimson peony, graceful and pure, bringing a sense of appreciation towards Yang ZiMei upon first sight.  

She entered the fitting room to put on the dress and came out leisurely towing the dress to and fro. Reserved, gentle, amiable, as if she was the beautiful woman who emerged from the drizzling willow brush of an ancient painting. Her every facial expression, her every movement, all gently gathered to construct an enchanting poem, every spec of poetic sentiments drifting about.

said: Light words possess meaning, simple words possess cause. [1]

Song Xuan looked somewhat dumbfounded.

Yang ZiMei gave him a light smile, "Mister Song, would wearing this dress be appropriate enough to attend the auction?"

Song Xuan quickly nodded, "Very appropriate."

"Where did you buy this outfit?" Yang ZiMei really liked this kind of cla.s.sical style dress and wanted to buy a few more in the future.

"It's something I personally made." Song Xuan replied.

Yang ZiMei was a bit stunned and gave a careful look over her outfit. No matter the cut or needlework, all were done with a meticulous skillfulness, completely the work of a master.  

She had thought Song Xuan only appraised antiques but he unexpectedly tailors too. Moreover, it's even this type of complicated clothing.

And this outfit seemed custom fitted for her, could he have made it in these past two days?

After asking, it was indeed the case.

Yang ZiMei thought back to her previous life and recalled that his wife had worn a very unique qipao every day. Could those have been made by him?

Therefore, she couldn't help but asked: "Mister Song, do you make qipao?"

Song Xuan lightly nodded, "If you like qipao, I can make one for you next time. Your bearing really suits these traditional clothing."

"Mister Song is very busy, I don't want to trouble you." Yang ZiMei tactfully declined, she truly didn't want to owe him too much.

Song Xuan didn't say more and had her sit down so he could comb a hairstyle to match the cla.s.sical dress.

Although she knew she shouldn't be in further contact with him but she also couldn't refuse his sincere hope and could only sit before the cla.s.sic style bronze mirror.  

Song Xuan picked up a wooden comb and gently brushed her soft jet-black long hair. He had a concentrated expression as if he was facing his treasured antiques.

Yang ZiMei upon looking at the Song Xuan in the mirror, felt the careful and meticulous movement of his hands; to say that she wasn't moved would be false.

However, it could only be moved, her feelings to him truly doesn't contain the sentiments between a man and woman.

Song Xuan combed a big knot of black hair slanting to the back of head and then used an elegant green jade ornamental hairpin set it, leaving the rest to flow down in front of her, giving her a graceful yet youthful and bright look.

Song Xuan looked satisfied at the Yang ZiMei before him, like when he had just cleansed dirt off and polished a porcelain, unblemished, spotless, elegant, beautiful.

In this world, there isn't a girl who doesn't like beauty, especially for someone like Yang ZiMei whose previous life was dealing with the problems of warmth and food and then became dest.i.tute and homeless. There was no time, energy, nor money to dress up. Missing out on a flowering age in her life, her heart had more or less some regret.

After her rebirth in this life, because of her injuries, she could only stay and recover atop the mountain and wore only the simplest clothes forlornly. As if a deserted valley had an orchid, beautiful as is but no one to appreciate.

Now, seeing herself made up like a fairy, Yang ZiMei was filled with joy in her heart and couldn't help but give another twirl in front of the mirror.

Her skin is extremely good, a tender blush, red lips and white teeth; there's no need for makeup, maintaining her natural tone was enough.

TL note: I'm going to machine translate the author's note (below). She's basically saying Song Xuan isn't a creep and that there should be someone like him in a girl's growth that would care for them.

Author note (MTL): A growth of girl is mature, every so often needed one is similar to Song Xuan savors the man of appreciation to guide equally maturely, this and love irrelevant, Song Xuan by no means male host.

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