When Qiao Xiaon'an's long, knitted sweater dress slid to the floor, Yun Mo holding a Hanfu, walked over and stood behind her.
"Since you don't know how to put on a Hanfu, let me help you."
Donning a Hanfu holds traditional significance.
In fact, it's a rather troublesome process, with the clothing crossing over one another and numerous belts and buttons to manage.
On the day she went to Jingmei's to try on clothes, poor Qiao Xiaon'an felt like her head was about to explode.
Upon hearing Yun Mo's offer, she joyfully stretched out her arms and began to relish the pampering.
"That's great, you help me put it on, it would save me the trouble."
Yun Mo carefully put the undergarment and the overcoat on her, making the troublesome Hanfu appear less complicated.
She was gaping in awe, "Amo, are you from the Han Dynasty or something, you're so proficient."
"Practice makes perfect."
"But at Jingmei's, you only helped me once."
"Once was enough."
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