"I understand."
Wen Mian softly replied, but felt a bit uneasy in her heart.
Glancing over, there was a noise coming from the second floor.
Pei Zhiyao walked downstairs, looked at Wen Mian, and then asked, "What are you talking about?"
Yan Jun didn't answer, instead it was Wen Mian who evasively said, "Nothing much, just casual chatting."
"Is that so? Did Yan Jun show you the design sketches for the wedding dress?"
Wen Mian didn't answer, but Yan Jun smiled and took out the design sketches.
"Not yet, we were waiting for you to come down."
After saying that, the design sketch was handed to Wen Mian.
She took it and closely examined it for a long while.
Because of Pei Zhiyao's design, this wedding dress very much suited Wen Mian's preference.
It seemed she had previously mentioned the style she liked, and after so many years, she didn't expect that Pei Zhiyao still remembered it.
Involuntarily, this made Wen Mian think of what Yan Jun had just said.
