Song Yan was dragged the entire day and by the time the stylist curled the last strand of her hair, she was prepared to give up on everything and run away before coming back after everything was over but as she stared at the mirror and looked at her reflection, her lips dropped open.
" This is fantastic," Song Yan was in awe when she looked at her reflection and touched her cheeks, her face which was already pale and fair looked even paler than usual, and her lips were painted pink with light gloss to give it a sparkling touch. Soft eye makeup and hair curled and tied in a bun emphasised her small palm size face even the stylist who was responsible for getting her ready was stunned.
She knew that the second madam Fu was a mother of a seven-year-old and yet somehow Song Yan seemed to have taken care of herself properly, even in her late thirties she looked like a young girl who was going to leave for college in a few days.
