Mu Qiu is genuinely interested in these small stalls.
She pulls Cheng Zhirang through the crowd, stopping at each little stall.
Cheng Zhirang is tall and slender, and wearing that black ancient costume with a jade crown, he stands out distinctly in the crowd, making him easily noticeable.
They seemed to be truly on a date, as if they were ancient lovers sneaking out for a rendezvous after their elders relaxed the rules for the night.
A secret excitement and joy rose in Mu Qiu's heart, and as they walked hand in hand, she couldn't suppress the sweet smile on her face, with the white dress brushing against his black clothing, black and white contrasting.
Cheng Zhirang willingly let her lead him, and the two of them stopped at a stall selling hairpins.
Indeed, there were hairpins, and they were quite beautiful. Some were carved from wood, others were metal with beads, each intricately crafted.
