Yun Sisi let out a faint snort from behind.
With Yun Shifei looking like this, would she really look better if her skin was fairer? She couldn't see it.
Old Mrs. Xu was still holding onto Yun Shifei, rambling on.
"I'm your grandmother. You probably don't remember me, do you? I used to play with you when you were little," Old Mrs. Xu said, sizing up Yun Shifei with a gaze full of affection.
Currently, Yun Shifei certainly wasn't as good-looking as Yun Sisi, but her features were decent. If she grew up as she looked in childhood, she would surely be beautiful.
Old Mrs. Xu was quite accurate when it came to judging people—she had taken care of Yun Shifei for a while when she was little.
Comparing Yun Shifei with her sons' children, she was practically an angelic baby.
A little ball of softness, fair and tender, like a glutinous rice dumpling.
And so particularly behaved—she never cried or fussed. If told to play quietly by herself, she would actually do so.
