With his head down, his normally long eyelashes appeared even thicker.
His eyes were beautiful.
His intense focus as he sewed, needle and thread piercing in and out of the fabric, had a certain unspoken charisma.
What mattered most to her, however, was that the fabric in his hand was from the cloth shop in town-which he bought for her. He was... making clothes for her by hand.
From her past life to this one, no man had ever made clothing for her. Xiao Yuchuan was the first. A strange feeling welled up in her heart, and she couldn't deny that she was somewhat moved.
Glancing at the fabric, even a layman could tell it was enough for two sets of clothes.
Being so thrifty he wouldn't even eat lunch, he had spent half a day calculating the cost when paying in the cloth shop - possibly because the total was a bit complicated.
He was indeed frugal, but that was because he was genuinely poor, and the family's burden was heavy.
Yet, he was exceptionally generous when it came to her.
