Stealing Your Heart

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.

was a passionate color, fiery and energetic. To her, it was a color that represented the feeling of the bride entering the wedding halls; it was emotional, and it conveyed the hopes of the

series of twelve. Ancient wedding attires were the references for each design, and she had added modern elements to them. Each design was of a distinct pattern and different embroidery,

into an attire with modern and ancient elements. That was why she named the series “New

Xinyan realized furniture with a combination of traditional and modern elements had been trending

Tea 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 do now was to make sure that her

about it. Although it tired her out, she felt that her time was well-spent. When she was free, she would find herself longing for that person. However, most of her time was spent trying to solve the

reading. Her book remained in her hands even

not wake even when

were getting more and more independent. They barely needed help in getting

hair 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

into the toaster. The two

frowned. “What can

eggs. They were enthusiastic about it, and Qin Ya felt bad about rejecting them. However, it was too dangerous for them. Thus, she gave them some chores that they could do. “Yanxi, bring the milk in from outside. Yanchen,

Yanchen stood in front of the toaster and looked at Qin Ya’s back as she cut fruits. He asked, “Aunt Qin Ya, every time I look at you, I feel like I’m looking at

Ya, but she did not look the same, nor

vocal cords, and her physical appearance and voice had changed. That was why Zong Yanchen was not used to

Qin Ya placed the cut fruits on the

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

used to be. For Zong Yanchen, it felt

the eggs on the plate, she turned to look at Zong Yanchen. “Are you

It doesn’t matter if you’re pretty or ugly. Inner beauty is the best. Back then, Aunt Qin Ya was pretty on the outside, but even prettier on