C11

Two years later.

Yunzhou Market, inside the carriage.

Lian Er, are you not used to wearing silk dress? "

A man in green clothes looked at the girl before him gently pulling at his skirt, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile.

Lian Qingzhi nodded, "Tianqi, it's strange to be dressed like this!"

Once again, she tried to pull at her skirt with her hand