My Lord, my wife said she doesn't have time to talk to you.

Sensing her depressed mood, Fu Shiyan hesitated for a moment behind her back, then patted her gently.

"What's wrong?" The voice was so gentle that it didn't seem like his style.

"Fu Shiyan, I miss home." She missed her childhood friends, and she missed her home...

"I will help you find your family, and you still have... me." Fu Shiyan's hands behind his back trembled slightly. If the previous thought was just a momentary evil thought, now he was afraid that she would leave, he needed her.

He waited in the darkness as his struggle gradually became more brutal, but it would be bearable if he stayed in the darkness forever.

But she was like a ray of sunshine that illuminated a corner of his heart. How could a person be willing to return to the ruthless darkness after receiving warmth?

Huaying's current dependence and trust in him is based on the fact that he is her savior. What if she discovers the truth one day?

No, as long as Fu Shiyan was alive, he would never let her know the truth.

Fu Shiyan, lost in thought, gently soothed the back of the person in his arms, and heard Huaying mutter, "I want to eat spicy hot pot, rolled cold skin, roujiamo, hot pot..."

Fu Shiyan...what is that?

Huaying couldn't sleep at night. Suddenly she remembered that she hadn't drawn the draft for the cape she promised to the young boss in town.

He immediately became energetic, went to the table, picked up the pen and started drawing seriously.

Thinking that the weather is getting colder in autumn and winter, people should not only wear capes but also cloaks, cotton-padded jackets, overcoats, fur coats... I designed several styles and sold them to other clothing stores if the young boss didn't want them.

So the same cloak was designed in three colors: white, red and brown.

The colors correspond to the boudoir, middle age, and old age.

The edge of the cloak hood is sewn with snow-white rabbit fur, which is warm and luxurious.

The cloak is designed with a straight collar and slits on both sides. It is surrounded by rabbit fur, and the collar, cuffs and bottom hem are embroidered with plum blossoms and orchids of appropriate sizes.

He also designed two more men's fur coats, which are equivalent to expensive furs today. They are must-have winter clothing for wealthy businessmen, and officials would also buy them and wear them at home when they were not attending court.

Design a few more lying rabbits, which are headdresses made of fur, and draw a few plush hats of the same style that are suitable for wearing outside.

There is a thick stack of manuscripts on the table under the lamp, and I can't stop when inspiration comes.

The moon shines on the flower trees in the yard, and the flowers on the trees are quietly blooming.

The girl's graceful figure was reflected on the window. "Huaying, it's getting late. Why aren't you resting yet?" Fu Shiyan, who was in the yard, asked when he saw that the light in Huaying's room was still on.

"Fu Shiyan, come in and take a look." Her pleasant voice came from inside the house.

"Come and see, are the autumn and winter fur clothes I designed good-looking?" Huaying asked with stars in her eyes, holding up the drawing.

Fu Shiyan took the drawing and looked at it carefully. It must be said that the little girl's taste in clothing was much higher than that of ordinary people.

The clothes on the manuscript paper are elegant yet gentle, noble yet domineering. It seems that some things engraved in the bones will not disappear because of amnesia.

Fu Shiyan nodded and said, "It's beautifully designed. Go to bed quickly. I'll take you to the town to see Fu Yi tomorrow." He touched her smooth hair and found that there was a hairpin missing.

"Why do you want to see Fu Yi? Are you not feeling well?" Huaying asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"You'll know when you get there. Go to sleep."

After watching Huaying fall asleep, Fu Shiyan rolled up her sleeves to check, but found nothing unusual.

His heart slowly settled down. He had just dreamed that Huaying died of poison in a miserable way. He was in so much pain in the dream. The moment he woke up, he felt wetness in the corners of his eyes. He got up and wanted to see Huaying, but when he came to the yard, he found that the little girl was still awake.