He's wearing that shirt again...
This is the shirt Wen Nuan made herself. She said she sewed each button by hand, even pricked her finger with the needle once, and she proudly mentioned that luckily, there was no blood on the shirt.
Now, he really wishes there was something of hers on it.
"Tan Qing, I actually wanted to buy this for you." Qu Min bit her lip, handing him the neatly wrapped shirt from the store clerk, "Asking you to try on clothes for my brother was just an excuse. I was afraid if I said it was for you, you wouldn't try it on."
"Even now that you've said it, I won't take it, Qu Min, return it." Tan Qing brushed aside the clothes she handed over and walked out without looking back.
