The next morning, Zuo Xiangning finished her meal and went to the storeroom to look through the fabrics.
She wanted to make two more outfits for Lingxiao so he wouldn't hesitate to wear them.
Her heart wandered into thought as she recalled the faint scent of soapberries on Lingxiao's body.
He had clearly just bathed, so why did he lie to her?
Whether he bathed or tried on clothes, these were trivial matters; why would she need to deceive herself?
She comforted herself, thinking that he must have some unspeakable difficulties, and it wouldn't be convenient to tell her.
She laid out several bolts of fabric on the table and compared them back and forth, unable to make up her mind about which one to choose.
"Why deliberate so much? If it comes to it, I'll make one of each for him." Zuo Xiangning laughed and gathered up the fabrics, just as she was about to put them away in the cabinet when she heard the door being pushed open. Pan Cui hurried in from outside.
