Han Qingshan could not help but feel stunned by his mother's rather odd answer.
Looking at the dress, the image of Jiang Fengmian popped up within his mind, and suddenly he was wearing the dress.
The sight he had thought would be horrendous suddenly looked so natural in his mind. Thinking like this, he could not help but feel his heartbeat change its pace. As to whether or not it was slowing down or quickening, he was not sure.
He had some strangely mixed emotions growing in his heart, but before he had time to actually investigate what these emotions were, his mother interrupted his train of thoughts.
"Well, have you had dinner yet?" Yan Meilin asked her son, as she lifted her head and looked at him. Her face was gentle and her features strikingly beautiful as she sat in the studio with the setting sun outside the windows, casting its rays of light into the room.
