Shen Hua's coming-of-age ceremony that day was very subdued.
Without parents, without honored guests, there weren't even any onlookers.
——On the day Yangyang comes of age, Daddy will surely invite the most fortunate old lady in Fengzhou City to comb your hair.
——Yangyang is so well-born, I imagine those matchmakers will be breaking down the Shen Residence's threshold.
These were Shen Wei's words.
Shen Hua looked at the girl in the copper mirror. Radiant yet tender.
She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her face somber in profile. Stibnite was ground to powder on the inkstone, then mixed with water to outline her eyebrows.
Yicui behind her couldn't hold back and ran out of the room, with Ningzhu quickly following her, only to hear the usually steady Yicui sobbing with her face covered.
"Our Miss Shen is so precious, yet she has encountered such injustice. Whose coming-of-age ceremony isn't packed with guests?"
"Just look, who else is here besides us few servants?"
