However, Shen Nanwei was a perfectionist.
Embroidering a wedding gown was doable, but creating one that was not inferior to the previous one in a short amount of time was beyond her reach.
Perhaps replicating the pattern might be achievable in time.
But she refused to make two identical wedding gowns.
In her own words—what bride wouldn't want to be unique?
Jiang Tanyue rubbed her temples, and the best she could do was to buy several high-quality oil lamps so that her mother could burn the midnight oil.
That was how one could wear themselves out.
"No." Shen Nanwei pinched her temples, feeling like her eyesight had become blurry recently, which might be the nearsightedness Xiaomiao mentioned.
She didn't want that!
She didn't want to be unable to distinguish between male and female or people and animals.
