Guan Suling held Li Xiwu's hand and sighed. "Actually, you're more like your father, be it in temperament or demeanor. It's just that when you wear this cheongsam, I seem to see your mother in a daze."
Li Xiwu asked, "Did you custom-made this cheongsam for Mom back then?"
"Yes," Guan Suling said gently. "I personally measured your mother's size and custom-made this moon-white cheongsam back then. After she wore it back then, she didn't take it with her."
At the mention of Mo Zhu, tears flickered in Guan Suling's eyes. "I've always carefully treasured this moon-white cheongsam. I always thought that I could put it on you one day. Now, I've finally fulfilled my wish."
Mo Yan walked over while eating an orange and said, "That year, Aunt and Uncle were both at the Mo residence for the New Year. I've seen Aunt wearing this cheongsam. Even now, I think it's stunning."
Li Xiwu glanced sideways at Mo Yan. "Was I there too?"
