Liang Qiu sighed and said, "Bai Xiao, are you really done with fashion design?"
"I'm done." Bai Xiao drew back the curtains, looking at the scenery outside the window.
The blue sky and distant mountains, white clouds and green trees, even the most beautiful scenery couldn't soothe the pain deep in her heart.
"You still owe me a set of clothes..." Liang Qiu murmured.
Bai Xiao suddenly smiled. "That's right, I still owe you a wedding dress. So, Liang Qiu, hurry up and settle down. Stop wandering among the flowers. If it's too long, I might regress, and all I'll be able to sew for you is a Zhongshan suit."
"I wouldn't mind a Zhongshan suit, it's just a pity to see you let go like this. After studying for so many years, just to quit all of a sudden."
"Yeah, I didn't see it coming myself!"
"What are you planning to do in the future? Don't tell me something like 'devoting yourself to your family'—I don't believe it," Liang Qiu said.
