Another spring, Song Zhenyue, who was invited to the capital for the first time, met again on the long street the little general hidden in her heart.
I thought that the two of them had not seen each other for seven years and should have become strangers by now, but I never thought that the young general would also discover her early.
Theatre
Ming Ji glanced at her dim eyes and felt flustered for a moment. He coughed lightly and said with an extremely unnatural expression: "Since I'm here, I should do some business for Jinxiu Pavilion. How about making two sets of clothes for my mother?"
He pretended to be pretentious, picking up the pile of cloth swatches that he had yet to sort out, twisting them piece by piece, picking out a piece that he thought was suitable, and passing it forward.
"Here, just use this material."
Song Zhenyue burst out laughing, looking at the man in front of her who had lost some of his anger, her eyebrows arched, and the original dull and unfamiliar atmosphere was instantly broken.
"What are you laughing at?" Ming Ji looked up in a daze, but the tips of his ears were visibly red.
Intention: Loss is the only way to grow
