"Besides, it's a very important event – grandma's birthday. I can't just wear anything casually. I must dress respectfully and appropriately," so she asserted.
Cheng Yanqing rose from the bed and immediately held Shen Lan tightly, gently pressing his face against hers, "Your dresses are always appropriate. Any of them would do."
"But I don't want to... Why don't you help me pick one instead?"
Cheng Yanqing opened the wardrobe and spotted a white A-line dress at once. Unlike the bulky evening dresses, this one actually looked rather good and airy when worn.
He took out the dress, asking, "How about this dress? Why don't you wear this one?"
She had had this dress for many years, back from her college days.
Shen Lan took a glance at it. Despite how many years had passed, the dress still looked as beautiful as ever.
Sighing, she said, "This is the dress I used to wear in college. Are you sure that I should wear this?"
"That was back when I was young, but now I've..."
