The Cloud Hidden Clan traditionally uses shimmering cloud brocade to make clothing, which is as thin as a cicada's wing and shimmers with light when they move. They also engrave defensive runes during the clothing making process, with the runes and patterns blending into the garment, making it both mysterious and dazzling.
The climate in Yunyin is different from that of the outside world; it is early summer at this time.
Among several outfits, Song Tingwan chose a silver-embroidered Thousand Waters Dress. Her hair was styled in a high bun, with pearl hairpins adorning the layers. Silver hairpins were half-slanted at her temples, with silver pendants hanging down, making her look gentle and dignified.
Accustomed to elaborate attire, she checked herself in the mirror to make sure she was dressed properly before opening the door and knocking on the door of the next room without hesitation.
"who."
"Your older sister."
With a snap, the door was pulled open from the inside by spiritual energy, and Song Tingwan entered with a smile.
Song Siyao sat in front of the dressing mirror, wearing a black brocade robe with cloud patterns and her long hair loose. In front of her were piles of various hair ornaments that she had given her.
Seeing this, she chuckled softly, walked to her sister's side, bent down, and picked up the glass comb.
"Would you like me to tie your hair up, sister?"
Song Siyao sat upright in front of the mirror and saw her older sister behind her tilting her head and asking a question.
How could she not agree?
"good."
"What should I do, Yao? I've never combed anyone's hair before, let alone tied it up. What if I make it look bad?"
Looking at her serious-looking younger sister in the mirror, Song Tingwan gently combed her long hair in a playful manner.
"My sister is teasing me again."
The sisters' relationship grew stronger, and she found it easier to discern Song Tingwan's tone of voice.
Looking at her elder sister's elaborate and dignified hairstyle in the mirror, Song Siyao smiled helplessly.
"You'll expose me? Be careful, or you'll go out with an ugly hairstyle and people will laugh at you."
That's what they said, but the way they tied her hair was extremely gentle.
The two sisters chatted and laughed for a few minutes, and then their high ponytails were styled.
"Quick, choose a hair ornament." Song Tingwan held the ponytail at the back of her head with one hand and reached forward.
Song Siyao hesitated for a long time, glanced at the beautiful face of her older sister in the mirror, and handed the bamboo-shaped silver crown to her.
"This doesn't match your clothes, change it."
She then secretly observed her elder sister's attire and noticed she had changed into a white jade crown.
Then, I heard a soft laugh behind me.
Song Tingwan casually scratched her chin, held her long, glossy black hair in place with one hand, and leaned over her sister to pick up a crimson hair tie with a jade pendant from the table.
After a few quick movements, the high ponytail with some loose strands at the temples was combed up, the hair tie was wrapped around it several times, and the two ends were left to be the same length as the ponytail, hanging down and mixed with the hair. The jade and silver pendant at the end of the hair tie added a touch of color to the black hair.
The jade belt around her waist accentuated the girl's deep-set eyes and gave her an imposing presence.
Song Tingwan was suddenly startled to realize that her daughter Ayao's clothes had slowly changed from a somber black to a vibrant red.
The wretched little wolf cub was eventually raised by the father and daughter to be proud and arrogant.
It's both heartwarming and comforting.
"What's wrong? Doesn't it look good?"
Hearing her silent older sister behind her, Song Siyao looked at her reflection in the mirror with a puzzled expression.
It looks a million times better than when she combs all her hair back. Isn't she satisfied with this?
Song Tingwan snapped out of her daze, leaned on her shoulder, and teased them as they looked in the mirror: "Whose young master is this?"
So cool and stylish.
The fragrance of incense is delightful.
A delicate and refreshing fragrance.
Song Siyao turned to look at her with a smile, "If he really is a young master, the first thing he would do is steal my sister home."
Ah Yao, on the other hand, would naturally joke with her.
Song Tingwan suppressed a laugh and feigned confusion: "Oh? Why would you steal it?"
"It's because my elder sister is too good, attracting the covetousness of others. No one else can find her, but I can see her every day. I give her whatever she wants. In the human world, they talk about keeping a beauty in a golden house. I think that's a good idea."
Anyway, my older sister also likes the golden house.
Her serious and deep thought made Song Tingwan unable to help but chuckle.
He gently cupped his little sister's brow, cupped her face, and turned her towards him.
Song Tingwan retorted, "Liking someone doesn't mean possessing them. What if the older sister you mentioned doesn't like it?"
Only mentioning her elder sister in her words.
Because if her Ayao really did that, she would only helplessly indulge her and let her imprison herself with love.
but…
The two sisters exchanged a glance and smiled, both knowing that what they had said was false.
Ayao will not let love imprison her, nor will she stand idly by and watch her sister fall into stubbornness and extremism.
"However, I really hate those people who covet my sister."
The two sisters thought of Shen Zhuochuan without prior arrangement.
Song Siyao only regretted that Li Guang was not by her side, and wished she could take him out and perform a few moves.
Song Tingwan chuckled, "You're implying something."
That person is even waiting to demonstrate the spear to her next time they meet.
I wonder... if they practice secretly in private.
Her attitude was languid. Song Siyao frowned and turned to face his older sister. "Could it be that you really like him?"
With a flick of her wrist, the bright red hair tie lashed out, hitting Song Tingwan who hadn't had time to dodge.
"I'm sorry, sister—"
The sulking person blinked and apologized with worry, stood up straight, and pressed Song Tingwan down onto the stool.
He lifted her face to examine it closely, afraid of causing her any harm.
Suddenly looking up from below, Song Tingwan laughed helplessly: "It was just a flick."
The beads at the end of the hair tie are at most a bit red.
"It's become famous." Song Siyao started sulking again.
I've gotten angry so many times that I'm starting to feel like fighting.
"Then use your spiritual energy to massage it," Song Tingwan coaxed softly.
The tone was light and melodious.
If she didn't say it that way, her sister would get upset again.
It feels so good to coax my little sister.
She smiled and raised her chin, waiting. Song Siyao wasn't stupid; she knew her older sister was giving her a way out.
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