No one has touched the clothes in Miss Jing's wardrobe.
Lately, Miss Jing has started wearing these clothes, but she hasn't changed her shoes.
Thinking about this, Butler Wu replied: "Yes, Miss Jing, please wait a moment."
Butler Wu fetched a pair of sheepskin flat shoes from the storeroom.
Seeing these shoes, Jing Yiren laughed.
"Now these look more like shoes!"
Butler Wu looked at Jing Yiren in some surprise. Had her tastes really changed?
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Jing Yiren sat in Jing Xi's sports car.
Jing Xi's latest album was playing inside the car.
She stared out at the scenery and the passing crowd.
Unexpectedly, she found herself longing for her own country, her princess mansion, and her royal uncle.
This world, with its customs and culture so different from her own, she knew nothing about. She felt like an imbecile.
She had been shocked to see women in the street wearing so little clothing. It took her a while to realize that it was just the local custom.
