The making of a wedding dress is a very tedious process, especially with all the small, intricate accessories that need to be handsewn, stitch by stitch.
Chi Xiaoyu had once imagined making her own wedding gown by hand.
She never expected that the first bridal dress she would make would be for her romantic rival.
While she drew and cut the pattern, he stood far off by the window, smoking, his delicate features shrouded in spirals of white smoke... She couldn't see his eyes, nor could she fathom his thoughts.
She only remembered that he never used to smoke before.
"Xiao Yu, let me help you!"
Xia Xixi felt truly sorry for her, knowing that Chi Xiaoyu was pregnant and that working for a long time was exhausting, so she came over to help her fold the lace flowers on the dress's hem.
Chi Xiaoyu looked at her with gratitude.
"How's Bo Xuan doing?"