Compared to Ling Hua, who always looked after him, he felt more at ease with the Ling Hua who would get angry at him.
Looking at the clothes that Ling Hua had put away, Yan Qing pondered for a moment before going over, opening the box, and taking out the properly folded garment that Ling Hua had sewn for half a day. He shook it out and inspected it closely, seeing that the stitches were fine and seamless. The style was one he had seen in an album, which was said to have been drawn by her hand, and within half a day, it had been turned into a tangible item.
He studied it with a sense of novelty for quite a while.
