Aoqian looked at her, puzzled.
Song Xiwei asked him, "Would you like me to make you a few new outfits?"
Aoqian always walked around in this outfit right under her nose. Even though he himself didn't think anything of it because of the torn cuffs, Song Xiwei couldn't stand it anymore.
"Won't this be too much trouble for you?" Aoqian asked, his eyes shining as he looked at her.
Song Xiwei smiled helplessly and said, "I'll pick it up tomorrow morning."
Aoqian's smile spread across his lips, and he uttered a pleasant "okay" in his voice. This time, as he left, Song Xiwei did not call him back.
Xiao Zhuang entered the room just in time to see Ao Qian coming out.
Seeing that Aoqian was all smiles and in a great mood, and even took the initiative to greet Xiaozhuang with a nod, it was quite rare for him to do so.
Xiao Zhuang was stunned. It wasn't until Ao Qian had walked quite a distance that she came to her senses. Had Ao Qian taken the wrong medicine?
He was terrifying.
Xiao Zhuang pushed open the door and entered, only to see Song Xiwei sketching and drawing on paper with a brush.
She walked closer and exclaimed in surprise, "Sister Wei, what are you drawing?"
“The pattern on the new clothes,” Song Xiwei said.
"Making it by hand again? It's not for that thing that just left, is it?" Xiao Zhuang realized.
Song Xi nodded slightly. "Mm."
"No wonder he was in such a good mood just now, and even greeted me first. Sister Wei, you spoil him too much. You're not his parents, why do you care if he's dressed well or poorly?" Xiao Zhuang said unhappily. "We grew up together, and I've never had to ask you to make clothes for me."
Song Xiwei said, "Doesn't he cook three meals a day himself?"
"I really don't understand what you two are trying to do. It feels like you're living the life of an ordinary married couple, he cooks, you sew, and occasionally you do some spiritual practice or something..."
After hearing Xiao Zhuang's words, Song Xi was slightly taken aback. After thinking about it, she realized that her recent lifestyle with Ao Qian was indeed very ordinary, and she had unconsciously adapted to this ordinary lifestyle.
Thinking back on my life, I've experienced a lot, but no one has ever watched my daily meals so closely.
"Sister Wei, what are you thinking about?" Xiao Zhuang's words pulled Song Xiwei back to reality.
For some reason, her heart was beating a little fast.
“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with things like this. I’ve been through a lot in the past, and it’s rare to have such a peaceful and ordinary life. It’s quite interesting,” Song Xiwei replied to Xiao Zhuang while scribbling on paper with a brush.
Xiao Zhuang actually felt sorry for Song Xiwei's early experiences. Seeing that Song Xiwei was satisfied with the current situation, she didn't say much, but simply asked Song Xiwei if she needed any help.
Song Xiwei was about to say "okay" when suddenly Ao Qian's radiant smile flashed through her mind, and she changed her mind, saying, "No need, it's quite simple."
"Oh, okay then." Xiao Zhuang knew, of course, that this was no problem for her.
So he didn't insist any further.
After a night of hard work, Song Xiwei finally finished two new outfits by the next morning.
She yawned and opened the door, only to see Aoqian standing outside.
Aoqian was holding a tray. His nose was red from the cold, and his eyes were a little moist. It seemed that he had been waiting for quite a while.
"Why didn't you knock?" Song Xiwei asked in surprise as she reached for the tray. She touched Aoqian's fingers, frowned, and thought, "He's too cold."
Song Xiwei put down the tray, ladled the hot porridge that Aoqian had brought into a bowl, and put it directly into Aoqian's hands to warm him up.
"Why did you come so early today?" Song Xiwei asked casually.
Aoqian hesitated for a moment. He was dressed very thinly, in the same clothes as yesterday, with obvious signs of wear and tear on the cuffs.
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