The clothes were finished on the morning of the formal acquaintance day.
Feng Qingxue tried them on immediately, They were slightly loose, considering she still had room to grow.
Feng Qingyun squatted on the side, her hands propping up her cheeks, "Sis, it's so pretty!"
The person was charming, and so were the clothes.
This was the first time she saw such pretty clothes, and she couldn't help but resolve to ask her sister to make her a similar set when she grew up.
The idea popped out of her mouth without a second thought.
Having felt Feng Qingxue's meticulous care over time, Feng Qingyun, who had been sensitive and timid since childhood, finally learned to boldly voice her demands rather than treading on eggshells as before.
"Okay!" Feng Qingxue agreed instantly, reaching out to tousle her sister's sparse, fair hair as she spoke.
Feng Qingyun was five this year. When she grew up, it would be the seventies, so this style of clothing would still be in fashion.