In the grand courtyard of the Xi family.
Xia Weiwei is trying on clothes in the fitting room.
Liu Ruyan walked in.
Xia Weiwei quickly turned around: "Mom, what do you think of this starry night gown? I'm wearing it for the birthday party tomorrow."
Xia Weiwei's dressing room is huge.
"You, got over a dozen evening gowns tailored for just one birthday party. If people found out, they'd call it extravagant and wasteful. You'd ruin the image you've painstakingly cultivated over the years."
As Liu Ruyan spoke, Xia Weiwei was trying on the dress in front of a mirror, nonchalantly responding, "Mom, you're too cautious. It's just a few dresses, and it's not even under my name. No one will care."
Xia Weiwei, wearing the starry gown, spun around in front of the mirror: "Mom, is it pretty? Do you think Gu Qichen will like it?"
Liu Ruyan sighed.
After these years, her daughter had finally managed to cleanse her past and start anew.
But she was still hopelessly hung up on that man.
