Yangyang was only half a month away from turning one and a half.
After finishing the last stitch, I let out a slightly weary yawn. Taking my handiwork with me, I decided to go see Ye Qingxian.
I looked at the dress I'd folded neatly. Countless textures and patterns were embroidered across it, layered one over another, exquisitely detailed.
The red dress was already dazzling enough to stop anyone in their tracks. With the True Phoenix pattern clearly visible, it brought that breathtaking beauty to life in all its glory.
I could already picture Ye Qingxian wearing it. She would definitely carry off its style perfectly.
Since ancient times, only bright red and gold had been considered truly noble.
The main color of this dress was bright red.
Many True Phoenix motifs were embroidered in precious gold thread. With the True Phoenix soaring through the sky, wings spread wide, against the bright red background, the dress's grandeur was raised to a whole new level.
The small amount of gold thread I'd used had nearly eaten up half my savings.
This dress had no defensive capabilities, but Ye Qingxian didn't need any.
It did, however, have the ability to block divine sense.
That was an exceptionally rare quality in the Cultivation World, and in a crucial moment, it could even prove quite useful.
If I put it up for auction,
I was confident I could get a decent price for it.
Hadn't Ye Qingxian said my affection was fake?
Just embroidering this dress had already taken me a whole month, and I'd worked on it tirelessly.
I hoped that when she saw it, she'd still be able to say those words.
At the very least, maybe she'd change her mind a little.
Knock, knock, knock—
Ye Qingxian opened the door to