You Qing did not linger; once the ceremony was over, she left without saying anything to Shen Hua.
Shen Hua watched her coldly as she disappeared from sight.
"Miss Shen." Ningzhu timidly called out.
Shen Hua came back to her senses.
"Hmm?"
Ningzhu took out a handkerchief, on which she had put a lot of effort into embroidering flowers. Blushing with embarrassment, she said, "This is a coming-of-age ceremony gift from your servant. Although it's modest, it's the best embroidery I have done."
Shen Hua's interest was piqued, and she even rarely complimented.
"My Ningzhu has truly skillful hands."
As she unfolded it, Shen Hua's voice grew softer and softer. The last syllable turned into silence. She pointed to a spot with difficulty: "This chaotic stitch here is rather ingenious."
It was truly chaotic, not smooth at all, and even the embroidery thread was not straight, forming a lumpy mess.
Ningzhu: "This is a Yulan flower."
Shen Hua: "..." Very good.
