He knew she always regretted her grandmother's death, and anything that could make up for it, she would do.
"Let's go." How could Lu Yiyi not want to?
"Mm." Lin Qingyi flashed a smile and pulled her along to leave.
But Lu Yiyi shook off his hand, "There, I'll drive you."
The way she shook off his hand made him a bit sad and discouraged, but he quickly perked up. There was a long road ahead; she must hate him now, so he couldn't expect too much! "Okay."
They found the inheritor of that cheongsam shop in a small store in the city center. Although not many people wore cheongsams anymore, the shop's business was still good, and the cheongsam samples hanging on the wall testified to the owner's exquisite craftsmanship.
"Hello, may I ask if you can make an identical cheongsam like this?" Lu Yiyi asked, holding a picture of the cheongsam.
