Huo Jingyuan lowered his gaze, the dappled shadows of the trees outside casting themselves into the pavilion. He reached out and stroked her head, his eyes filled with a tender, lingering smile:
"Not enough."
The master tailor he knew came from a family that had been in the trade for generations. Anything he made by hand cost at least a hundred yuan.
Wen Ci pouted.
'If it's that expensive, I'd better just forget it.'
'The stipend from the military hospital is so small, and I still need to get two sleeveless dresses made. It's just not worth it to hire a master tailor. Money has to be spent where it matters most.'
"In that case, forget it. I'll just go shopping in Sea City with Doctor Yu."
"When? I'll take you."
Wen Ci waved him off. "Doctor Yu and I haven't decided when we're going to Sea City yet, so you don't have to take me. We'll just take the bus when the time comes."
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