Stealing Your Heart

Stealing Your Heart Chapter 489

Meanwhile, at C City.

In the middle of the night, Lin Xinyan woke from thirst. After drinking a glass of water, she returned to her bed. Yet, she was wide awake. Sitting up, she grabbed a book and started reading it instead.

As the children slept in another room, she did not need to worry that she was disturbing their rest. She was now living in a pleasant neighborhood with many facilities. It was quiet, and there was only a unit on every floor. Although the house was not large, it was not too small either; it was one hundred and sixty square meters, with four bedrooms and two bathrooms.

When Qin Ya came back, she lived in her place. Lin Xinyan had been the one who asked her to stay. Previously, Qin Ya had been injured badly. The house was rather lively with the children around, and it could prevent her from overthinking. After all, four bedrooms were enough for them.

There was a book rack near the window filled with books. They were all about Country Z’s history. As a country with five thousand years’ worth of history, they had more than a handful of historical heritage.

Several books on the rack were about embroidery.

There were many kinds of traditional embroidery. She knew of their existence, but she never read in-depth about it. Now that she had the time to, she realized the beauty of it, especially the traditional cultures of her country.

Red was a symbolism of prosperity.

In one of her books, she read about traditional weddings. The wedding attire in the book caught her attention.

Many young people chose to wear a white wedding dress nowadays.

The pure white was a sign of the pureness of love.

However, that was not its original meaning; it was given to it later on. The wedding dress originated from Rome. Back then, white was a symbol of prosperity, just like how red was the symbol of prosperity in her country.

Visually, Lin Xinyan felt that red represented the liveliness of prosperity better.

represented the feeling of the bride entering the wedding halls; it was emotional, and it conveyed the hopes of

series of twelve. Ancient wedding attires were the references for each design, and she had added

of Tea Silk and various forms of embroidery into an

modern elements had been trending recently. In other words, people were nostalgic about

Silk to catch the attention of the public, but she also wanted this culture to develop into something mainstream. She had connections, so holding an international fashion show was not a problem. What she needed to

creation. For the past few days, she had been researching about it. Although it tired her out, she felt that her time was well-spent. When she was

this time. She eventually fell asleep while reading. Her book remained in her hands even after she was deep in her

wake even when the

and more independent. They barely needed

in a mess and dressed in house clothing, went to check on Lin Xinyan. After realizing she must have read late into the night, Qin Ya did not wake her. Then, she went to the kitchen to make breakfast. They had subscribed for morning milk deliveries, and the milk came every morning at seven. It was fresh and healthy with no

she fried eggs, she placed the bread into the toaster. The two children who had woken up rushed in, wanting to

frowned. “What can

breakfast?” Zong Yanxi reached out, trying to help fry the eggs. They were enthusiastic about it, and Qin Ya felt bad about rejecting them. However, it was too dangerous for them. Thus, she gave

Qin Ya’s back as she cut fruits. He asked, “Aunt Qin Ya, every time I look at you, I feel

was also Qin Ya, but

voice had changed.

fruits on the plate. She queried, “Am I prettier, or was I prettier

serious tone, he answered, “Physically, you’re prettier now. But

used to be. For Zong Yanchen, it felt

the plate, she turned to look at Zong Yanchen. “Are you praising or

doesn’t matter if you’re pretty or ugly. Inner beauty is the best. Back then, Aunt Qin Ya

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