"Those must be imitations. Miss Li, with your status, you can't wear imitations," Chu Ziluo said with a righteously confident tone.
Li Chun'er pursed her lips, somewhat unwilling to admit that she was flattered by these words. Indeed, with her status, it's impossible for her to wear imitation clothes!
However, she was unwilling to admit it verbally, deliberately nitpicking, "Your clothes are beautiful, but they're too thin."
"Then you've misunderstood. My clothes are very warm. If you don't believe me, touch my hand," Chu Ziluo said, grabbing her hand and putting it inside the sleeve.
A wave of warmth came through. Initially, Li Chun'er was unwilling, but she was quickly captivated by the warmth. She eagerly and somewhat rudely reached into the sleeve, indeed finding it warm inside. Even Chu Ziluo's outer hand was warm, clearly proving she wasn't lying.
"How can your clothes be so warm?" Li Chun'er, being straightforward, asked whatever she wanted to know.
