Da Ya didn't want to come to the Capital, not because she wasn't curious about it, but because she felt abandoned by her own parents.
As they entered the Capital, she had once lifted the curtain to sneak a glance outside.
The bustling prosperity of the Capital was far beyond her imagination.
Especially when she saw the well-dressed people passing by on the streets, most of whom exuded an uncommon elegance, and then glanced at her own earthy and rustic outfit, that disparity made an unprecedented sense of inferiority well up inside her.
Already upset, and upon entering the door being scolded by Granny Song, Da Ya felt indescribably uncomfortable.
Only the comforting words of her third aunt finally warmed her heart.
...
After bathing, she changed into the jacket and skirt sent by Wen Wan.
Da Ya was only twelve, naturally smaller than Wen Wan, and the clothes seemed a bit large on her.
