After finishing dinner, Lin Feng awkwardly went into the house, only to be stunned by the scene on the table as soon as he entered.

The glow of the oil lamp flickered on the old wooden table. Lin Yun placed the heavy money bag upside down on the table, and the copper coins clattered and spread out, their golden luster instantly illuminating everyone's eyes.

Lin's mother reached out her hand, her fingertips gently touching the copper coins, as if afraid they would suddenly disappear.

"I spent half a tael of silver on vegetables and rice today, and I still have a little over a tael left." Lin Yun's voice was soft yet firm, like a spring breeze brushing across a frozen lake.

Tears welled up in Lin's mother's eyes. She covered her mouth and choked out, "Finally... finally, we can have a full meal..."

Suddenly remembering something, she hurriedly grabbed Lin Yun's hand, "Yun'er, take some food from home to your third brother tomorrow! That child is at school, and I'm afraid he doesn't even get a hot meal..."

Lin Yun recalled her younger brother's thin figure. The thirteen-year-old boy, wearing a faded blue cloth gown, studied hard under the cold window of the school, his body so thin that he was just skin and bones.

A pang of sadness struck her, and she nodded, saying, "Alright, I'll go to the school to see him tomorrow."

Lin's father sat to one side, his rough fingers tracing the patterns on the copper coin, his eyes showing both relief and deep worry.

One tael of silver is a huge sum for an ordinary farmer, but it's just a drop in the ocean when faced with a debt of eighty taels.

He looked up at his daughter, hesitant to speak.

Lin Yun noticed her father's gaze, smiled slightly, and suddenly asked, "Father, do we have paper and pen at home?"

Mr. Lin was taken aback: "Yun'er doesn't want to make clothes?"

"No, it's too late." Lin Yun shook her head, her eyes shining like stars. "I need to sell the designs."

"Just for show?" Lin Feng, who had been leaning dejectedly against the wall, scoffed upon hearing this. "Who would buy your few strokes of paint? Every embroidery master in town has decades of experience."

Lin Yun didn't answer, but just looked at her mother quietly.

After hesitating for a moment, Lin's mother finally gritted her teeth and got up, pulling a cloth bag from the bottom of the cabinet in the inner room. It contained paper and pens saved by her third son, Lin Yan. Although they were made of the lowest quality hemp paper and had worn-out brushes, they were incredibly precious to the family.

"Yun'er, here." Lin's mother handed over the paper and pen, her hand trembling slightly. "But... this paper is very expensive..."

Lin Yun took it, her fingertips tracing the rough paper, but images of her past life surfaced in her mind.

In her modern design studio, her fingertips glide over the feel of the finest snowflake paper, while design sketches from international fashion weeks flash across her computer screen. Under the spotlight, models walk gracefully in her glamorous designs… How glamorous she was back then!

Now, all she has is a small oil lamp, a worn-out pen, and a few sheets of yellow hemp paper.

That's really quite tragic...

"Mother, don't worry, this paper isn't the best quality. I'll buy a better one for my third brother after tomorrow," Lin Yun said with a smile.

The whole family was inspired by Lin Yun's confidence, and today's achievements gave them confidence for the future.

Action is the best form of execution.

The oil lamp flame flickered slightly, casting Lin Yun's shadow, as she bent over her desk, onto the mottled earthen wall.

Her hand holding the pen was as steady as a rock, the pen tip moving smoothly across the paper, outlining exquisite lines—how to improve the buttons on the front of the ruqun, how to make the embroidery on the cuffs unique, how to make the belt at the waist both elegant and dignified...

Her thoughts drifted back to the present, recalling how she had become famous overnight at Paris Fashion Week.

At that time, her "Blue and White Porcelain" series of gowns were widely reported by international media. The perfect fusion of Eastern charm and Western tailoring made countless celebrities flock to her.

At this moment, what she was drawing was merely a pattern for improving coarse cloth clothing, yet every stroke was imbued with the same painstaking effort.

"Yun'er, take a rest..." Lin's mother brought over a bowl of warm water, looking at her daughter's red and swollen eyes with heartache.

Lin Yun shook her head and said softly, "Mother, you go to sleep first, I'll draw a few more."

Outside the window, the moonlight was cold and clear, with the occasional bark of a dog.

Lin Feng had initially stood aside with his arms crossed, observing coldly, but as the drawing Lin Yun was drawing gradually took shape, his gaze changed.

The curves of the lapels, the cinched waistline, and even the subtle pattern on the cuffs all exude an indescribable exquisiteness.

He suddenly felt that his younger sister had been reborn.

"You...can you really sell them?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

Lin Yun continued writing, but a confident smile curved her lips: "We'll know tomorrow."

For some reason, Lin Feng seemed to believe it a little.

Having been exposed to it from a young age, he wasn't completely clueless about making clothes; his sister's drawings were indeed beautiful.

As the first rays of dawn shone through the window paper, Lin Yun finally put down her pen.

Dozens of patterns were neatly stacked on the table, each marked with detailed stitching techniques and materials. She rubbed her aching wrists, looked out the window, and saw that it was dawn.

When Lin's mother woke up, she saw her daughter sleeping lightly on the table, and the pile of patterns beside her instantly brought tears to her eyes.

She quietly retrieved an old garment and draped it over Lin Yun's shoulders, only to hear her daughter's dreamlike murmur: "The order from Paris... we still need three more sets..."

Lin's mother didn't understand what "Paris" meant, but she knew that her daughter had been tired these past few days. So she went out of the house to the kitchen, looked at the rice she had bought yesterday, gritted her teeth, scooped out more than half a bowl, went to her neighbor Aunt Li's house, and exchanged it for two eggs to nourish her daughter.