Seeing that Ruth Wills had long since withdrawn her smile, presenting an imposing and unyielding demeanor, Sara Lang grew a bit anxious.
She blamed herself for speaking out of turn.
"Aunt, my embroidery skills have improved a bit, and I will surely work with you to promote Su embroidery. As for Sister-in-law, since she is not inclined towards it, let her be, shall we?"
Ruth Wills put away her phone and shook her head. "No, no, you are you, and she is she. Having one more person learn provides one more opportunity. Embroidery, she must learn!"
Talking about the matter of embroidery was always the most unsettling and significant regret in Ruth Wills's heart.
Such beautiful objects were once at their peak, but how did they fall to today's dreary state?
Since she was sensible enough, her mother had been doing her utmost to promote Su embroidery.
The Wills family had been a family of embroidery masters for generations, yet they watched it decline from its peak.
