"You're back?" Ye Muyu heard the voice and turned around. She saw Chu Heng dressed in a black satin robe. His well-defined handsome face was imposing without anger.
Ye Muyu suddenly remembered that he always wore dark-colored clothes and had never seen him wear light-colored ones.
"This time, Mother gave you a set of clothes. Do you want to try it on?" Ye Muyu pointed at the light gray robe beside the bed. It was made according to the requirements of a scholar.
Chu Heng's gaze fell on the clothes on the bed. He did not care much. Instead, he looked at her. "Did you make clothes for me?"
"What? The one I made for you isn't done yet." Ye Muyu felt a little guilty. It was not that she did not do it, but that she did not like to do needlework, so her speed was a little slow.
Usually, she would do needlework when she had time.
However, she was helpless. She had many things to do, and she was slow, so she was delayed.
