Zhao Ya took the clothes and shoes, noticing the fine stitches and exquisite design, each detail reflecting the care of the person who made them.
Looking at them, Zhao Ya almost envisioned Zui'Er staying up all night sewing under the lamp, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
"Did she say anything else?" Zhao Ya asked softly.
Wu Bao'Er shook her head, "She only said to take care of yourself outside, nothing more."
Zhao Ya fell silent.
Although she said nothing, as someone who understands Zui'Er the most, Zhao Ya knew she had countless things she wanted to say, but her introverted nature kept her from speaking.
An entire affection could only be poured into these clothes and shoes.
Thinking of this, Zhao Ya felt a sharp pang in his heart.
Wu Bao'Er, observing Zhao Ya's expressions, noticed the subtle changes and was moved.
It seemed that the lord felt deeply for Miss Zui'Er.
Indeed, with her gentle and virtuous temperament, if it were me as a man, I would be very fond too.
