Underneath A Thousand Skies ✔️

95 Foster Son, Don't Be So Crazy (32)

The night of the royal grand ball, Song Jia paused in front of the wall mirror and took a glimpse at her reflection.

She was dressed in a simple white dress with only woollen petticoats underneath. Her figure was slight and fragile, like a Dresden figurine. Song Jia had only done the most basic of preparations...even her hair was only brushed back and tied with a white silk ribbon, leaving only a few golden locks to frame her face.

"You are so beautiful," Su Liang sighed, watching her. "I wish I could never grow old too."

The eighteen-year old girl was sitting on Song Jia's bed, wearing a shimmering lavender gown. The years of nurture and care made her thin body grow healthy, with ample curves on all the right places. If Song Jia was a Dresden figurine, then Su Liang was a Rubens painting.

"I grow old," corrected Song Jia. "Just slow enough for it not to matter."

She walked towards Su Liang and briskly tucked a wayward strand behind the other girl's ear.

"Besides, staying young forever has its own disadvantages. If everyone you know has moved forward, and you're the only one stuck in the past, it would become a very sad thing to experience."

Su Liang pushed her lower lip forward into a sullen pout. "You can only say that because you'd never experience growing old. You'll never understand how the rest of us feel. It's even sadder to lose your youth, you know? You can only do everything once, because your time is limited."

Song Jia's sky-blue eyes flashed with a smile, "And isn't that what makes life so exciting?"

Actually, Song Jia was speaking nonsense this time. It was because this was not her original body, that was why she could not appreciate immortality. If this body was hers...eh, no need to say anything else, she would immediately create a bunch of fake IDs and go travel the entire galaxy. She even heard there were a bunch of handsome men on Kepler-468b.

"Come on, let's go. Nian Shou is waiting to escort us downstairs."

The two girls linked hands, one fair and slender, the other dark-haired and curvaceous. If one didn't know their situation, the two of them would have been mistaken as best friends that grew up together.

Nian Shou was also dressed like a noble gentleman, and his eyes lit up when he saw the two of them come down. Su Liang subtly glanced at Song Jia. As expected, she was as dense as ever.

Su Liang knew that before Nian Shou married Qiao Huan, he gave a marriage proposal to Song Jia. However, Song Jia rejected him. Su Liang was not as easily fooled as Song Jia, and she did not think that Nian Shou's feelings for her foster mother had faded at all. He only married Qiao Huan so that Song Jia wouldn't worry about him.

"Your collar is crooked."

Song Jia was assessing Nian Shou's outfit with a critical eye and immediately found out a flaw. Without thinking twice, she went down and adjusted it for him.

Their bodies were intimately close. Nian Shou's eyes glanced down and saw Song Jia's eyelashes, thick and slightly curving upwards. Her eyes were focused on his collar, her slender hands patting it down after she was done adjusting it. He swallowed with some difficulty.

"How many times have I told you about a noble's etiquette? Didn't you know that after I taught it to Xiao Feng once, he didn't need any more instructions afterwards..."

Song Jia's voice that was scolding Nian Shou trailed off.

Nian Shou saw sadness flash across her eyes and quickly regained his lost composure. He gently captured her wrist and moved it away from his neck.