Song Xuan helped Yang ZiMei prepared a classical hand-painted dress .
A pink Chinese outter coat, decorative-knotted wide sleeves, hand-painted orchids; a powder blue silk long dress with a splash-ink drawn crimson peony, graceful and pure, bringing a sense of appreciation towards Yang ZiMei upon first sight .
She entered the fitting room to put on the dress and came out leisurely towing the dress to and fro . Reserved, gentle, amiable, as if she was the beautiful woman who emerged from the drizzling willow brush of an ancient painting . Her every facial expression, her every movement, all gently gathered to construct an enchanting poem, every spec of poetic sentiments drifting about . \nIn this world, there isn’t a girl who doesn’t like beauty, especially for someone like Yang ZiMei whose previous life was dealing with the problems of warmth and food and then became destitute and homeless . There was no time, energy, nor money to dress up . Missing out on a flowering age in her life, her heart had more or less some regret .
After her rebirth in this life, because of her injuries, she could only stay and recover atop the mountain and wore only the simplest clothes forlornly . As if a deserted valley had an orchid, beautiful as is but no one to appreciate .
Now, seeing herself made up like a fairy, Yang ZiMei was filled with joy in her heart and couldn’t help but give another twirl in front of the mirror .
Her skin is extremely good, a tender blush, red lips and white teeth; there’s no need for makeup, maintaining her natural tone was enough .
TL note: I’m going to machine translate the author’s note (below) . She’s basically saying Song Xuan isn’t a creep and that there should be someone like him in a girl’s growth that would care for them .
Author note (MTL): A growth of girl is mature, every so often needed one is similar to Song Xuan savors the man of appreciation to guide equally maturely, this and love irrelevant, Song Xuan by no means male host .