"As long as it looks good."
Fan Yu seemed quite satisfied with this look.
Fan Xinglan smelled the faint, sweet fragrance of perfume on her, clearly a classic scent from a big brand for young girls, which made things even stranger.
His sister used to buy neutral perfumes...
He raised his head and glanced at her full head of long hair: "Are you wearing a wig?"
Fan Yu replied casually, "I had it done yesterday."
Fan Xinglan: "..."
He looked at Fan Yu unusually, as if he didn't recognize her: "Sis, what's up with you today?"
"Nothing much, just suddenly wanted a more feminine style," Fan Yu smiled lightly, half-jokingly said, "After all, I'm not getting any younger, it's time to find a partner. If I keep dressing like before, I'll end up like Mom said, unable to get married."
Fan Xinglan's eyes widened: "You want to find a boyfriend?"
Fan Yu nodded: "Em, just going with the flow."
