On the blue skirt, golden threads trace patterns like ripples, making the skirt look more ethereal, almost as though it moves by itself.
The whole dress has an extremely simple appearance. Around the waist is a sash, quite long, with two uneven tassels hanging down. Qin Yin could imagine how these tassels would dance lightly in the wind as one walks, elegant and noble, graceful and free.
"It's beautiful." Even someone like Cheng Hao, an outsider, couldn't help but praise it.
"Is this your design?" Cheng Hao asked.
Qin Yin looked at the design and recalled Niuniu's past works. Although she appeared a bit tomboyish, she had always loved these flowing garments. However, being on the heavier side, she couldn't wear them, so she channeled these preferences into her designs.
If she wasn't mistaken, this should be Niuniu's design. But why was it lying in the trash bin?
She glanced at the words beside it, which said: [Yunchen], undoubtedly Niuniu's handwriting.
