Death Is Near

"Elder sister, are you stunned?" Qiao Mei smiled at Xia He.

Xia He said agitatedly, "Yes, I've never received such a thoughtful gift! I really like it so much. Your embroidery is so good that I can't bear to wear it."

"When I made it, I didn't know what you liked, so I embroidered lotuses to match your name. Don't worry and wear them boldly. I'll make clothes for you every year!" Qiao Mei said.

Xia He folded the clothes one by one and carefully put them away. These were all her treasures. She would only wear these handmade clothes from Qiao Mei at formal occasions.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

They heard loud knocks on the door.

Xia He stood up and said, "I'll open the door. Is Xiao Zhe back? Didn't you say that he won't be back tonight?"

Qiao Mei did not fight with Xia He to open the door. She sat obediently on the sofa and thought about clothes that she could make for Xia He next time.