Chunyan held Xiqiu's hand, then paused in surprise: "Miss, why are your hands so cold?" She checked Xiqiu's forehead: "Why are you sweating?"
Xiqiu smiled at her indifferently: "Maybe I just moved a bit while changing skirts, so I broke a sweat, it's nothing." Chunyan nervously fastened the cloak in her hand onto Xiqiu, carefully tidied it up, and then supported Xiqiu as they left the room.
Qiuping stood at the door, seeing Xiqiu coming out, she smiled and said: "Is the Sixth Miss feeling better?" Her gaze landed on the skirt Xiqiu had changed into, then her brows furrowed. How could she forget, all of Second Madam's skirts were the gauze kind worn by married women, the Sixth Miss wearing it seemed somewhat inappropriate...
But now, the mistake was made, she certainly couldn't trouble the Sixth Miss to change again, right?! Besides, there were no styled skirts here with the Second Madam, if they needed to change, they could only go to the Second Miss.
