Xiao Chen followed his finger and discovered a needlework box with an unfinished garment inside, its base white and adorned with red blossoms. Although the embroidery wasn't complete, it already appeared quite vibrant, exuding a sense of wild, unrestrained beauty. Xiao Chen really liked it, so he let go of Feng Xuxu, stepped forward to pick it up, and the more he looked at the flowers on it, the more he liked it. It even surpassed the double-sided embroidered handkerchiefs in his hand. This was the first garment that his little lady had made for him, and it was also the third garment that a woman had made for him in this world.
"Xuxu, what flowers are these? They're beautiful; I like them," Xiao Chen stroked the flowers on the garment, a soft smile on his face.
