"Don't rush, let me see. I want to have this dress made. Can any of you make it for me?"

Xia Lan took out the clothes she designed, and people immediately gathered around to look at them.

They all shook their heads; they only knew how to process, not how to make clothes.

Suddenly, Xia Lan was all alone.

There weren't many people left when a woman tugged at Xia Lan's clothes.

Xia Lan looked at her, puzzled.

"I can make these clothes!"

The woman looked at Xia Lan and whispered, but it seemed that speaking to her had exhausted all her courage, and she was trembling all over.

"I'm sorry... I... I..."

The woman looked at Xia Lan, afraid that she would run away.

He gripped Xia Lan's clothes tightly with one hand, while trying to calm himself down with the other.

She just seemed even more nervous and couldn't stop.

Seeing her like this, Xia Lan knew that she must have some kind of illness, so she patted her hand.

"I won't leave. I'll wait for you outside. Come find me when you've calmed down!"

Xia Lan guessed that she had some kind of mental illness, but seeing how hard she was trying, she also wanted to know what she wanted to say.

Hearing Xia Lan's words, she let go of her hand.

Xia Lan walked to the alley entrance and waited.

Sure enough, after a short while, she walked out calmly.

"I...I'm fine now."

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Xia Lan hadn't left.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little... afraid of people."

Xia Lan nodded.

"What were you trying to say to me?"