The long days were quiet, and as she sat with the old lady, she decided to learn embroidery.
Embroidery as a craft had long fallen out of fashion. Shoes, quilts, silk fans had been replaced by modern industrial products. After some thinking, she decided to embroider a handkerchief for Lu Shifeng. Although not often used, in many formal occasions, gentlemen would fold a handkerchief in their jacket pocket—a classic and elegant gesture.
The thought of her handkerchief resting against his chest filled her with sweetness.
The old lady smiled at her shy demeanor and said, "Shifeng, despite his stern appearance, he knows well who's kind to him and who's not. If it weren't for that..." She couldn't help but sigh, "He wouldn't have gotten into this situation with Shuxian."
When the old lady mentioned that unreasonable mother-in-law, Su Xingyu couldn't help but want to sigh too, but she didn't want to worry the old lady, so she comforted her, "Things will get better."
