After that, Huang Lingyu was practically blind and deaf. The world before her went black, and her mind was filled with a deafening roar.
She had no idea what Yang Hui was saying to the sales associate. All she wanted was to get out of there as quickly as possible.
"Here, take this one down too. Let her try it on."
He was pointing at the Sylvie 1969 with studs—it had glass-and-metal stud detailing for an even stronger vintage feel.
The sales associate took it down and handed it to Huang Lingyu, only to find the young woman wearing an expression of grief and indignation. 'If this handsome guy were buying me a bag, I'd be in a hotel room with him in a heartbeat,' the associate thought, puzzled. 'Why does she look so upset?'
She couldn't figure it out, because she hadn't heard what Yang Hui had just said.
"Hey, Huang Lingyu. Back to earth."
Huang Lingyu stared at him, her eyes seemingly unable to focus.
"This bag. Try it on."
