Hua Xiaomai had never been fond of squeezing into crowds and even just the sight of it made her feel hot for them. She only glanced briefly before walking away, roaming aimlessly and eventually found a less crowded silk and satin shop to casually step into. She looked around, felt the silver in her belt was ample, and boldly selected fabrics for herself and Meng Yuhuai, not forgetting to choose a few elegant ones to bring back for Meng's mother, hoping that aside from happiness, she might also be able to exchange them for the brightly colored fabric in her chest.
