Ye Ranran took Fan Rou to the bridal shop, where the bridesmaid and groomsmen's garments, as well as her own wedding dress, were stored and routinely cleaned.
Looking at Ye Ranran's wedding dress, Fan Rou exclaimed, "It's so beautiful, I wish I had one like this when I get married."
"How about I give you one when you get married?" Ye Ranran laughed.
"You're making it yourself?" It wasn't that she didn't trust her, but she had never made a dress before. Could she really pull it off?
"Would it be bad if I made it?" Ye Ranran asked, slightly annoyed.
Fan Rou felt awkward, biting her lower lip and looking at Ye Ranran with a sense of grievance.
"Alright, I'm just teasing. You can pick what you like when the time comes, and I'll give it to you." It was essentially like buying it, but as long as she was happy.
"Forget it, I'll let my future husband buy it." After all, it's different when a husband buys it.
