C50 Who else could it belong to?

He originally wanted to make clothes for Zhan Xiaolou, but his reputation didn't make sense. However, ever since his mother agreed to marry him in a year, he had always been thinking of making clothes for Zhan Xiaolou.

Holding the purple silk cloth in her hand, Zhan Xiaolou could feel the silver threads slowly outlining the silver plum blossoms. At the hem of her clothes