Pei Zhiyao's heart was originally a bit stuffed with anxiety.
But seeing Wen Mian so calm, Pei Zhiyao naturally couldn't bring himself to say much.
He nodded absentmindedly, the words he wanted to say stuck on his lips, unable to be voiced for quite a while.
Wen Mian was picking out vegetables for herself, her movements gentle, causing him to be somewhat absorbed in a moment of daze.
"I have already asked Yan Jun to tailor-make the wedding dress. This dress is designed specifically for you, from top to bottom, all by me. I'm not sure if you will like it."
The more he spoke, the lower his head drooped.
But his heart was anticipating Wen Mian's response.
"When you have rested well, I will take you to see the wedding dress studio on one of these days. If there is anything you're not satisfied with, we can ask the designer to make adjustments."
