C91 Keira

I stroke my shirt, fine, fine, thin pins and two dragons and phoenixes intertwining in my sleeves, and my heart clears. Am I still his consort? Why do you have to make these clothes for me? I don't know if Qiqige's poison has been cured. She hasn't woken up for a day. This year is probably not good either.

"Take them all back." I can't wear these anymore. When my mother comes, in a few days