"My sister really likes your designs; she wasn't born deaf-mute, it was the result of an accident later in life. After becoming disabled, she became withdrawn, but it was through your work that she started to come out of her shell. Now, her only hobby is designing clothes herself."
Qing Jian handed another notebook to Bai Xiao for her to see.
Qing Ling's face turned red, and she snatched the notebook back, waving her hands frantically, indicating she was too embarrassed to show Bai Xiao.
Bai Xiao coaxed gently, "Qing Ling, let Sister Bai take a look at your work. If possible, I can help you sew the clothes and sell them in stores, alright?"
Qing Ling, who could read lips, lit up at this, looked at Bai Xiao with watery eyes that seemed to say, "Sister Bai, are you serious?"
"Trust me, Sister Bai was once just like you, a pitiful child. But through hard work, she became a designer."
Only then did Qing Ling hand the notebook to Bai Xiao.