"If..." Li Meihua hesitated, slowly putting down the broom in her hands. Her fingers caressed the light-colored fabric cut by Su Zhiruan. A hopeful gleam flickered through her normally timid eyes, "Before I got married, I was the best at embroidery for miles around. If you don't mind, I can help you make it..."
These words were a huge piece of good news for Su Zhiruan.
She turned around and grasped Li Meihua's hands tightly, "I trust you! Mother! I've never been good at these things, if you can help, it would really be a great help!"
A radiant gleam of vibrant colors danced in Li Meihua's eyes, something Su Zhiruan never saw in the original memories of her host, as if she was a person suddenly infused with vitality.
Li Meihua's eyes glistened with tears.
With her back to Su Zhiruan, she quietly wiped away her tears.
This was the first time in her life she felt needed.
