Seeing the embroidery frame Ruru had casually tossed on the couch, Wu Miaomiao was stunned. "Th-this… what is this?"
Ruru chuckled. "The peony I embroidered."
Wu Miaomiao looked at the white silk, where the stitches were a complete mess, colors all jumbled, outlines blurry—just one glance made her head spin.
After a long while, she finally squeezed out a sentence. "How about… letting Xiao Lu help you embroider it."
Ruru shook her head. "That won't do. Wouldn't that be cheating?"
You should know, getting it to look like this had already taken her a huge amount of effort.
Because she'd had no mother since she was little, Gu Yunjiao had been very worried that when Ruru got engaged in the future, the groom's family would say she'd had no proper upbringing because of this, so she paid special attention to her education and had hired a female handiwork instructor from early on to teach her embroidery and dressmaking.
