At that time, the clothes he made for her must not have been ready yet.
So...
Let them be for his real wife in the future. With his needlework skills, if his wife were too big for the clothes, they could be altered. If they were too small, a woman who could marry into this family probably wouldn't be too particular, so she could just squeeze into them.
"Wife, I think your willingness to listen to me is already treating me very well." He smiled slightly, his neat white teeth set against his handsome brows and eyes, a touch of tenderness mixed with his good looks, making her somewhat dazed.
His words, however, unbearably saddened her heart.
It seemed that his demands on her... were very low.
Yuchuan stood up, put away the needle and thread basket, carefully wrapped up the cut cloth, and put it all back into the cloth bag, which he stored in the wardrobe.
She observed his careful movements in storing the clothes, sensing his intentions to help her make the clothes wholeheartedly.
