"Doesn't that mean I can pretend to be a ghost and scare people?" Yu Rongling's inherent childishness surfaced for a second.
Perhaps thinking about the situation Qing Li might encounter at the Lin Family, he couldn't help but darken his gaze, sinking into desolation.
I made the final stitch, bit off the thread, "It's finished."
On a pure black fabric base, atop the towering Homeland Viewing Platform.
Blooms of dazzling red Lycoris Flowers, with a few vividly lifelike Hell Butterflies flitting about.
On the other side of the Nether River was the brightly lit, yet unreachable, earthly hometown.
"So beautiful, sister-in-law, you're so skillful. Should I wear it now?" Yu Rongling's dim eyes brightened when he saw the clothes I had embroidered.
I nodded, "You can put it on first to get used to it."
"Okay." Yu Rongling parked the car at the roadside.
Yu Rongling had a bit of cleverness, probably worried about standing out in A City.
