After the things were properly placed and dusted off, their colors were no longer so dark. Instead, they revealed a quaint and noble beauty.
They complemented the wooden furniture that Old Master Qiao liked.
"I think Grandpa also knew that only you would like these things, so he didn't write these things in his will. He knew that no matter what, these things would definitely fall into your hands," Su Zhuoqian said with certainty.
"No wonder he used to joke about giving me the things he had as his dowry. I always said that I was too embarrassed to accept it, but he insisted on teasing me."
"Grandpa was really sincere in giving me your dowry. Then shouldn't I be more sincere in my betrothal gift to you?" Su Zhuoqian lowered his head and looked at Qiao Weiyang.
She smiled. "Okay, then how will you show enough sincerity?"
"Compared to Grandpa's, how about something that's a hundred times more valuable?"
