These past few days, the county town has been bustling with people, the streets noisy and lively, with endless calls from street vendors.
The Li Family's Clothing Shop on Guan Dong Street isn't big, but the clothes hanging inside are all simple styles, yet finely crafted.
Hui Niang chooses and compares the clothes on Yu Tingwan.
The Li family's daughter-in-law approaches: "Is there anything you're not satisfied with? Our clothes are reasonably priced and filled with cotton, and most of the people in our shop are regular customers."
Yu Tingwan's body stiffens slightly, her hand tightening then loosening under her sleeve. She turns her head to look over with a hint of daze.
"You…"
Li family daughter-in-law: "Miss, have you taken a fancy to any fabric?"
Yu Tingwan gazes directly, answering irrelevantly, with a very low tone: "The hairpin on your head is very beautiful."
The Li family's daughter-in-law touches it with a smile: "Really?"
She doesn't take it seriously.
