C200 Her Mind Was Confused

"I've woven some fabric and cut it up. I was hoping to use your sewing machine, Aunt Lan."

Xinrann felt a bit embarrassed. She usually mended small things by hand, but she had cut out six or seven outfits, and hand-sewing them would take forever.

"Go ahead and use it. I'm a bit tied up right now," Xuelan replied, knowing Xinrann could handle it herself.

"Thanks, Aunt Lan