Many years later, when he'd fallen completely into being a doting girl-dad, he would no longer remember any of this… but that's a story for another time.
Tang Guo curled his lip and looked disdainfully at Luo Shufan, who was vowing so earnestly. Things like promises, in his eyes, only existed so they could be broken. They were worthless.
But humans seemed to love saying that kind of stuff… who knew whether they were fooling themselves or fooling others.
Luo Qianqian's idea received He Wenyu's full, enthusiastic support.
They really had no occasion to wear these clothes, right? Even though the designs were already imitation-ancient style, they were still quite modern in cut.
But just leaving them up on the shelf and ignoring them seemed a bit like letting the elders' kind intentions go to waste. After all, each of these garments was sewn stitch by stitch, all representing the elders' care and affection.
