Su Qingyue sat on the bed, and Xiao Yuchuan carried her back to the room, gently placing her on the bed before busying himself.
Her gaze passed over the second brother lying in the middle and settled on Xiao Yuchuan.
An oil lamp sat on a chair beside him, with a needle and thread basket on the bed, and a half-finished piece of clothing on the bed as well.
He sewed quickly, and she noticed he made a few mistakes, patiently undoing them, picking up the wrong stitches with a needle, pulling them out and cutting them off, then re-threading the needle and sewing them back up.
It wasn't that he sewed it wrong, it was just that the stitches were a bit crooked, which didn't need to be undone.
She knew he wanted to make a perfect handmade piece of clothing for her.
Watching this grown man doing such intricate needlework just for her made her heart feel touched.
Xiao Yuchuan noticed her gaze and looked up, "Wife, why aren't you asleep yet? Your body isn't feeling well, you should rest."
