A trace of self-mockery touched the corners of Su Qiao's lips. "Perhaps this is what people mean when they say that when Heaven closes one door for you, it opens a window in its place!"
"Forget it. Let's not talk about this anymore. I only hope I really am overthinking it."
Su Qiao adjusted her shawl and rose, feeling her way toward the bedroom.
Sister Wu hurried forward to support her, guiding her toward the largest bedroom.
"Miss, Sister Jin sent someone to bring you lots of beautiful clothes. There are Cheongsams, Western-style dresses, and some leather jackets and trousers like the ones you wore during last night's performance."
"I heard Third Master Zhu personally ordered it. I hung everything in the large wardrobe against the wall. What would you like to wear tonight?"
"Trousers! I can't see, so trousers will be more convenient and safer. But bring one or two outfits of every other type as well, just in case."
Through the image frame Little Four had given her, Su Qiao glanced at the clothes in the wardrobe and looked slightly displeased.
Most of the performance outfits were covered in dazzling sequins—white, silver, gold, purple, and blue. Long or short, they all looked as though she had been wrapped in a layer of fish scales.
As for the accessories, they were mostly black or white lace gloves. The headpieces were either large flowers, feathers, or little veiled hats.
Only three or four outfits were trousers, and they all looked more or less the same. There was really nothing distinctive about them.
Nanny Wu smiled and nodded. "Miss, you've thought this through very carefully."
"Go on and get busy. You don't need to worry about me."
After sitting down in the single-seater sofa by the window, Su Qiao reached out