Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

Huahua listened to the bustling sounds outside from inside the house, her heart pounding like a deer. She bit her lip, her eyes filled with nervousness and anticipation, having not expected so many people to come.

She slowly walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, and carefully took out the pink, pearlescent dress that was wrapped in layer upon layer. Huahua's movements were gentle, as if she was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

She gently placed the clothes on the bed and reached out to touch them. The delicate fabric slid across her fingertips, bringing a slight coolness. Huahua's face flushed, and her eyes were filled with tenderness and joy.

"This was given to me by the breeze."

Her thoughts drifted away, and she recalled the scene when Qingfeng gave her clothes. The corners of her mouth rose unconsciously. It turned out that Qingfeng's sweetheart was her.

The gossipy villagers gathered in the courtyard, whispering to each other about the man who was the subject of today's gossip. Their faces were filled with curiosity and excitement, and their eyes glanced around from time to time.

"Why didn't Qingfeng come? This is a critical moment." An old lady with wrinkles on her face said in a low voice, with confusion in her eyes.

"By the way, the girl Qingfeng likes is wearing pink clothes?" another middle-aged woman came over and asked mysteriously.

Everyone's eyes immediately looked around, full of curiosity.

"Li Cuicui is wearing pink. Could it be Li Cuicui?" A young daughter-in-law pointed at Li Cuicui not far away, and her voice unconsciously raised a few degrees.

Everyone looked at Li Cuicui, their eyes full of speculation and suspicion, and they kept muttering to themselves.

Just as everyone was discussing the matter heatedly, Yang Qingfeng, dressed in a long gown, walked into the courtyard with an elegant demeanor. He was tall and straight, with a handsome face, and his long gown fluttered in the wind, as if he had stepped out of a painting.

Everyone's gaze quickly turned towards Yang Qingfeng, as if drawn by a magnet. Their eyes were filled with surprise, curiosity, and speculation, and the scene instantly fell silent.

At this moment, there was a creaky sound, and Huahua's door slowly opened. Huahua, wearing a pink dress, walked out like a fairy descending to the earth.

The pink dress sparkled with charming pearls under the sunlight, as if countless tiny stars were inlaid in it.

She wore an exquisite pearl hairpin on her head. The pearls on the hairpin were round and shiny, swaying gently with her steps, adding a bit of agility and beauty.

Huahua's face was lightly made up, her eyebrows were as dark as distant ink, her eyes were full of affection, her red lips were slightly parted, and there was a shy and sweet smile at the corner of her mouth.

For a moment, everyone in the yard was stunned by Huahua's beauty, and some even gasped. A gentle breeze blew, blowing up her skirt and hair, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

No one had expected such a beautiful girl to exist in the village. Their eyes widened, their mouths slightly open, their faces filled with disbelief. Everyone's gaze was fixed on Huahua, as if they wanted to imprint her image deeply in their minds.

Huahua usually dresses simply and behaves in a low-key manner, looking inconspicuous. She always quietly works in the fields or takes care of the housework at home, rarely attracting special attention.

Today, dressed in gorgeous attire and carefully dressed up, she looked like a completely different person. The gorgeous pink dress perfectly complemented her figure, and the delicate makeup made her already delicate face even more radiant and charming. Every gesture and movement exuded a unique charm.

Her radiance, previously obscured by dust, blossomed completely at this moment, making it impossible to look away. Huahua raised her chin slightly, her eyes revealing confidence and joy.

Aunt Li hurried out of the house. The moment she looked up and saw Huahua, she was stunned and the handkerchief in her hand fell to the ground unconsciously.

She kept muttering in her heart: "Oh my God! Is this my flower? It's so beautiful, it looks like a fairy descending to earth."

"Where did this dress and pearl hairpin come from?" This question flashed through her mind, but it was too late to think about it.

The villagers were also amazed by Huahua's beauty. They gathered around and praised her.

"Mrs. Sun, Huahua really changes a lot as she grows up. She becomes more and more beautiful!" a middle-aged man said loudly, his face full of admiration.

"Yes, she is becoming more and more beautiful. If she were to marry into the city, she would be one of the most beautiful women!" An old lady also agreed, smiling so much that her eyes narrowed into slits.

"Look at this appearance and figure, it's really enviable!" Another young daughter-in-law pulled her companion and said enviously.

For a moment, there was an endless stream of praises. Huahua's face flushed with shyness, while Mrs. Sun smiled from ear to ear, her heart filled with pride.

A woman in a flowered dress came forward and asked curiously, "Huahua's dress is so beautiful, Mrs. Sun. Your craftsmanship is getting better and better. I must ask you for advice someday."

Mrs. Sun was stunned when she saw the pearlescent dress. It took her a long time to come back to her senses. She quickly waved her hands and said, "I didn't make this."

The yard immediately became quiet. The women looked at each other in confusion. No one had expected this to happen.

At this moment, Aunt Li slowly raised her hand and said a little embarrassedly: "I made this pink dress."

When everyone heard Aunt Li's words, they couldn't help but gasp, as if they were struck by thunder, and stood there in a daze.

After a brief silence, a flash of lightning flashed through everyone's mind, and they instantly realized that Huahua was Yang Qingfeng's sweetheart!

Their eyes were filled with sudden enlightenment, and they began to whisper to each other.

"No wonder, it all makes sense!" A young man slapped his thigh and said loudly.

"So that's how it is. I told you it wouldn't be that simple." An old man stroked his beard and nodded slightly.

"Oh my, this is such a talented man and a beautiful woman, a perfect match!" A woman smiled and her eyes were full of blessings.

For a moment, the yard became lively again. Everyone's topic revolved around Yang Qingfeng and Huahua, and everyone's face was filled with excitement and joy.

The two people who were at the center of public opinion were dragged into the house by Xiuying and Mrs. Sun amid the eager gazes and discussions of the crowd.

As soon as they entered the room, Huahua's face flushed red like a ripe apple, her hands tightly twisted around the corners of her clothes, not daring to raise her eyes. Yang Qingfeng was also a little shy. The usually carefree man now seemed a little uneasy, rubbing his hands constantly.

Xiuying looked at the two of them and had some guesses in her mind. She cleared her throat and asked, "Qingfeng, tell me honestly, the person you like is Huahua?"