Yun Jiao encouraged Sanya, "You're not ugly at all."
"Don't worry, even if you wash your face tonight, the candlelight is so dim that it won't make any difference."
Yang Ying laughed from the side, "Do you know why there's a wedding at dusk? By night, the light is poor, so even if the bride's face is full of pockmarks, she looks like a goddess."
"By morning, the rice is already cooked, and it's too late."
The women next door in the house burst into laughter.
Sanya blushed deeply.
Yun Jiao instructed her, "Make sure you don't skip washing your face tonight, otherwise the makeup will smear on your face and truly frighten people."
Sanya nodded.
Yun Jiao patted her back, "Stand straight. You're such a good girl, and Li Changqing isn't blind. He'll like you."
Mrs. Chen, with tear-filled eyes, watched as the bridal sedan chair left the door.
