Li Tianyi took off his coat and attentively asked Ye Weining, "Ah Ning, are you hot?"
"Not hot."
"Are you hungry?"
"Not hungry."
"Then you must be thirsty. We have homemade snow pear and osmanthus in the fridge. I'll make you a glass with iced water; it's sure to quench your thirst."
Li Tianyi industriously went to prepare the fruit drink, while Wei Fenghua held Ye Weining's hand and chatted, "Why didn't you bring your parents along?"
"They'll come to Country C in a few days, and then they'll visit," Ye Weining said, lifting the paper bag she carried with her. "Auntie Wei, this is a cheongsam my mom sewed for you. I hope you like it."
Wei Fenghua shook out the cheongsam and saw it wasn't particularly special but appreciated the rare fabric dye. It didn't need figures or flora; it was like an artist had painted a Jianghu scene in the rain with ink splashes. The three buttons at the collar were exquisitely crafted.
