The Song Residence.
"Auntie Song, this one is nice. You would look stunning in this evening gown. If you wore it to the party, you'd be the belle of the ball."
Sitting intimately next to Pei Qiu Yin on the living room sofa, Su Lian Wei extends her slender finger, pointing at the gown worn by a model in the latest season of an international luxury brand's evening gown release on the TV and smilingly says.
"Ah, Lian Wei, you think that one is nice? I also think it's nice, I like its style and color. But turning heads at a party... well, I've grown old, I am self-aware. How could I be the belle of the ball? If anyone will amaze people, it would be you young people..."
"Auntie, where are you old? The last time we went out shopping together, people said you were my sister!"
"Did they really say that? You've got such a sweet mouth. Are you just trying to cheer me up?"
Pei Qiu Yin was amused by her, laughing till her eyes narrowed into crescents.