When she was nine years old, she fell from the attic in the mansion and was in a coma for three days and three nights. Now she should be back in time......

Counting the time, Aunt Ruan is coming soon, Ling Youran looked at herself in the bronze mirror, hid the resentment in her heart, and planned to have a good fight with Aunt Ruan.

"Someone ......" Ling Youran instructed the maid to comb herself, her delicate long black hair was draped over her shoulders, slightly soft, and her fair skin seemed to have no blood, which made people think of the white snow, making her eyes particularly eye-catching, and under the background of snow-like skin, she was unexpectedly enchanting and charming, with a faint seductive luster, beautiful but not demonic, glamorous but not vulgar, charming and incomparable.

After combing Ling Youran, Qi Qi bangs, Qiong's nose is slightly upturned, the cherry mouth is even more radiant, the pretty facial features are slightly out of childishness, but still delicate and charming, the lips are thin but show the lines of X, the peach Y is dotted with a few drops of crystal morning dew, making the delicate face even more confused, crescent eyebrows, curly eyelashes fluttering, she seems to be the only bright spot in the world.

It is best to describe it in that sentence: like a frightening dragon, graceful like a dragon. Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. It seems to be like a light cloud covering the moon, fluttering like the snow of the wind. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising to the morning glow; Forced to observe it, the scorching waves appeared. The fiber is heartfelt, and the fit is shortened. If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as plain.

Ling Youran stood up, dressed in a delicate green dress, and her skirt was slightly decorated with a few plum blossoms, plum blossoms, tenacious. The waist is tied into a big bow with gold silk soft smoke, a turquoise emerald cigarette shirt, a pleated skirt with scattered flowers and mist and green grass, and a thin veil of emerald water.

The most important thing is that Ling Youran took off the scar, "Ran Ran, my aunt has come to see you." Before Aunt Ruan arrived, the voice reached Ling Youran's ears first.

Ling Youran hurriedly went out to greet her, her steps were a little hurried, she didn't stand firm, and almost fell into Aunt Ruan's arms. "Look at you, you're still so impatient." Aunt Ruan had a smile on her face, if Ling Youran didn't know Aunt Ruan's face, I am afraid she would have been deceived again.

When Aunt Ruan straightened Ling Youran's body, her face sank, and her smile froze, "Ran Ran, why did you pick it up?" After all, in Aunt Ruan's eyes, Ling Youran is just a nine-year-old child now, so Ling Youran simply calculated, "Auntie, that thing is so ugly, and it's so uncomfortable to wear on my face." ”

Aunt Ruan's smile froze, and then she quickly resumed her smile, touched Ling Youran's face and said, "Ran Ran, go and put it on, if someone sees Ran Ran, you suddenly lose that scar, they will ask you, and it's not easy to answer, isn't it?" ”

Ling Demon Ran shook his head, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Auntie, do you think Ran Ran looks good today?" Aunt Ruan touched Ling Youran's eyebrows and traced them with her fingers, "It's beautiful, it's really similar to your mother." Ling Youran smiled mischievously, "Then aunt, you say, are you good-looking, or is my mother good-looking?" ”

Aunt Ruan's face turned pale, this question, answering herself is not right, she will be said to have the heart to covet the position of the master's mother. The answer is that Rococo is good-looking, first, Aunt Ruan really can't say it, and second, it is disrespectful to compare herself with the deceased housemother.