Seeing such a beautiful mother, even Jiang Xue seemed to forget to breathe, especially the plum blossom makeup on her jade-like face, which added the finishing touch.
Jiang Xue looked at Xi Yang in confusion, but Xi Yang was fixated on that face and smiled.
"This was painted by my daughter Xi Yan for her aunt, saying that if her aunt were to wake up, she would definitely want to look beautiful!"
Murong Han asked curiously: "Xi Yan?"
Xi Yang nodded in response: "My uncle has a son and a daughter. The elder son is called Xi Yue, and the younger daughter is called Xi Yan. Xi Yue is twenty-five years old this year, often away and seldom returns. The daughter is seventeen this year, also traveling outside, occasionally returning. In the future, you will have plenty of opportunities to meet them."
Jiang Xue naturally knew Xi Yue and Xi Yan, but she still didn't know what they looked like. As cousins, she naturally felt it was important to get to know them well.
