"Yes indeed, my daughter has grown up, she's becoming a mother herself and understanding how to show me respect.
All these years of hardship and fatigue have been worth it." Nangong Shulan softly patted Qin Xue's head.
"Mom, this is for my little sister." Qin Xue, hearing Nangong Shulan speak with such melancholy, quickly tried to change the subject.
She feared if her mother continued to be so melancholy, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from tearing up – and then what would she do?
"Hmm, the dress is very beautiful, your younger sister would be very happy to see it." Nangong Shulan looked at the dress meant for her younger daughter – it was of high-quality fabric and must have been very expensive.
"Your sister is still a student, why would you buy her such an expensive dress?
Even us, working in the fields at home, don't need such nice clothes.
If we were to soil it, wouldn't it be such a waste?" Nangong Shulan looked at the dress, noting its high-quality materials.
