Sang Luo considered it. "When you have some free time in a few days, you should have someone knock through the wall between our rooms. We can put in a door to make it easier to go back and forth."
"Alright." Lan Cang nodded, then turned to the wardrobe. He took out a few pieces of soft, fine fabric to make some clothes for the children.
"You know how to make clothes?" Sang Luo was astonished.
"I made the dress you're wearing with my own hands, too," Lan Cang said with a faint smile.
