Chi Jiao understood when she saw Bai Wanxi's surprised expression.
Bai Wanxi died hundreds of years ago.
At that time, there were no modern or high-tech electric lights that could illuminate the area.
"It's not dawn. It's electric light. It's a special lighting tool in this world," Chi Jiao explained patiently. She approached Bai Wanxi tentatively as if she was dealing with a vigilant wild cat. "My name is Chi Jiao. I'll help you. Get off the bed. I'll help you put on your clothes."
"I… I want a long dress. Why aren't the people here wearing proper clothes?" Bai Wanxi's eyes were filled with disdain when she saw that Chi Jiao was also wearing a dress that revealed her calves.
Bai Wanxi's concept of clothing was rather conservative as someone who had lived hundreds of years ago.
Chi Jiao imagined the tall Xu Ye dancing in a long dress…
She shivered.
Disgusted by her own imagination, she didn't want to see Xu Ye wearing a dress.
