Shen Yijia woke up at dawn. She rubbed her eyes and glanced at the neatly folded clothes at the side—a new set of incense-colored dresses.
Seeing this dress, she remembered that she had slept with Ji Luo last night.
Ji Luo had spent more than a month making this dress for her.
On the way from Phoenix Town to Phoenix City, she would take it out to embroider whenever she had time.
Ji Luo's culinary skills were on par with hers, but her needlework was much better than hers.
Shen Yijia hugged her clothes and rolled around on the bed. She quickly put on her clothes and went out.
There was a well in the backyard, and they usually went there to wash up.
She had to pass by her and Song Jingchen's room to go to the backyard. From afar, she saw Thirty Thousand sleeping under the eaves of the house.
Shen Yijia ran over and patted his shoulder. "There's a fire."
Thirty Thousand jumped up in fear. "Where's the fire?"
