The stars are so bright tonight.
Leng Qingxue, who was restless and simply leaned against the window to look at the stars, took off her complicated attire of a lady from a noble family.
After bathing and changing clothes, the little girl had loose long hair, clear eyes and eyebrows, and a hint of baby fat on her cheeks. She was cute and charming.
Thinking of her mother who was taking a bath, Leng Qingxue, who was in such a good mood for the first time since moving out of home, was secretly looking forward to her mother's arrival.
Yu'er, who had taken a bath and changed into pajamas under the careful care of Mrs. Hao, walked over slowly.
The thin pajamas material is clear and ethereal, like a hazy gauze wrapping an enchanting body.
Her skin was as white as jade without a single flaw, her chest was like a bright moon, and her subtle curves were very suggestive.
Who would have thought that beneath the layers of gorgeous clothes of the dignified lady was actually a graceful and perfect body.
The faint fragrance arrives before the owner of the fragrance, and the familiar aroma lingers in the nose.
Leng Qingxue, who was standing by the window, looked back blankly.
The clear pupils unexpectedly bumped into the bright, crimson, colorful red bellyband wrapped in moon-white gauze and pushed up high.
Without time to take a closer look, I inexplicably felt a surge of heat from my limbs to my head.
With a bang, the ears, cheeks and neck turned red. The little girl looked away in panic and stared at the open window frame.
A breeze blew in from the window just in time, and Leng Qingxue, whose mind was a mess, couldn't think of anything at the moment.
The heat of her skin colliding with the cool breeze outside the window eased the embarrassment that welled up in her heart. At this time, Leng Qingxue finally had the idea to think.
Who is that goblin?
The person following her, if I'm not mistaken, should be Mrs. Hao.
I haven't thought this through yet.
Leng Qingxue frowned and turned her head to look over again.
Before she knew it, Yu'er had quietly walked to the side of her daughter who was in a daze for some reason.
Leng Qingxue turned around without any preparation and faced the fairy-like beauty in front of her, whose face was as bright as a lotus with green waves.
Leng Qingxue was stunned and didn't know how to react.
"Mother~?"
The words were tentative, with obvious uncertainty in the tone.
Yu'er looked at her silly daughter and shook her head indulgently and gently.
She tapped her daughter's forehead lightly with her clear pink fingertips and asked unhappily.
"What? You can't even recognize your mother."
Leng Qingxue: "I recognize it!"
I don’t recognize shit, damn it.
The little girl, covering her forehead, looked as surprised as if she had seen a ghost.
Watching her mother turn around and walk straight to the bed, Leng Qingxue's mind was in a mess.
I ask God, what is wrong with the world?
Ever since the little girl could remember, the thing that never changed on her mother's face was the heavy makeup that remained the same every day for ten years.
The pale powder was applied layer upon layer, like a thick mask, without a trace of blood, and without any trace of human appearance.
Equally vivid are the mother's lips, whose original color, bright red like a vampire, is almost invisible in the daytime.
The scarlet, eerie blood-red lips and the pale, almost terrifying white face formed an indispensable part of Leng Qingxue's childhood.
Children are most sensitive to other people's emotions, perhaps it's the nature of mothers and daughters.
When others see such a terrifying woman, they always stay away from her.
After we left, the eternal and endless discussions came one after another.
But that year, even if others provoked Leng Qingxue and Leng Ruize, the little children just wanted to see their mother's eyes full of warmth and gentleness.
I can't resist the urge to get closer.
More than ten years have passed since we became close.
Leng Qingxue had long been accustomed to her mother's pale face and frightening scarlet lips.
Now the little girl followed her mother foolishly and when she came to her senses, she was already sitting by the bed.
He stared with wide eyes at his mother who was sitting diagonally on the bed, reading a book to kill time and ignoring her.
And there was Mrs. Hao who was always by my mother's side. But Mrs. Hao was standing behind my mother.
He bent down devoutly and silently, and carefully wiped his mother's black hair which was still dripping with water after she had just taken a bath.
Seeing that her mother ignored her, Leng Qingxue withdrew her eyes and blinked aggrievedly.
Isn't it said that mother and daughter are just chatting about family matters?
Is the book in your hand more important than yourself as a daughter?
The idea of competing with books for favor came out of nowhere but was natural.
Leng Qingxue stared at the woman in front of her, who had her brows lowered, was gentle, quiet and beautiful, as if she had been gilded with a halo by time.
Skin as smooth as milk, eyes as clear and transparent, lips softer than flower petals.
Who would have thought that she was already in her 30s and had given birth to a pair of children who had grown up.
Leng Qingxue domineeringly snatched the book from her mother's hands.
She was very domineering until Yu'er looked over at her.
The mother raised her tender and watery eyes, instantly immersed in the water, and then she stopped and raised her hands in surrender to the little girl who was trying to explain.
"Mother, it's dark now and the candlelight is dim. If you really want to read, why not wait until tomorrow when it's bright? Isn't that okay?"
The book was placed behind her as it should be. The little girl stretched out her free arms, took her mother's hand, and shook it coquettishly.
Unable to bear her annoyance, Yu'er lowered her eyelashes and looked at the little girl who was leaning on her arms and acting coquettishly and mischievously.
He tenderly tidied up the hair on her temples without saying anything.
After drying her hair, Mrs. Hao left the inner room.
After leaving the house, he told the night watch girl to be alert and not to forget to send someone to the servants' room to inform her if anything happened.
As Mrs. Hao turned and left, she was muttering to herself.
My health is not as good as that of young people after all. I have to take more care of myself. The lady can't leave me alone now.
Inside the room, mother and daughter were lying side by side on the bed.
Leng Qingxue didn't hide her bright eyes at all, which made Yu'er very uncomfortable, so she just pointed it out.
"Why do you keep looking at me? Do you have anything to ask?"
Heavy makeup can cover up a lot of things and make people subconsciously ignore some things.
For example, my mother’s voice is gentle, affectionate, and even a little seductive.
After all these years, it has been successfully concealed by almost terrifying makeup.
Leng Qingxue: "Why did you do this?"
Yuer: “???”
The doubt in her mother's eyes flashed clearly in Leng Qingxue's eyes. She pointed at Yu'er's fair, transparent and smooth skin, which did not look like the skin of a woman in her 30s.
Leng Qingxue was close enough that she could clearly see a few smile lines forming in the corners of her mother's eyes.
These tiny lines did not tarnish her outstanding appearance at all.
Even the few wrinkles at the corners of her eyes added a touch of deep tenderness to her mother.
Every part and every combination of this face is so reasonable, so appropriate, and so ingenious.
The fine lines at the corners of the eyes and the small red mole on the tip of the nose form the only picture of a passionate beauty in the world that can rival the mountains, rivers and picturesque landscapes.
Gentle and beautiful, passionate and mysterious.
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