"Ah, my skirt..." Su Qingqing's heart ached beyond repair.
She had pleaded with her mother for half a month before she finally consented to have the embroidery lady make it for her.
It cost not only tens of taels of silver but also favors to have the head of the embroidery house personally undertake the task, resulting in a piece that was truly unique in the entire Capital.
Just a few days ago, she had told her close friends that she planned to wear it to the poetry gathering so that everyone could admire it.
"Ah, little sister, I'm so sorry, Sister didn't do it on purpose... The skirt is dirty now, why don't you take a new one from my wardrobe?" Su Li said in a sugary voice, though anyone with eyes could see the insincerity and lack of remorse on her face.
Su Qingqing choked back, yearning to say: Your few tattered pieces combined couldn't compare to a corner of the skirt she was wearing.