— Love and lack of love are very clear.
— In Zhao Ge's heart, you are clearly very important, a woman worth his devotion.
All day, these words tumbled through Shen Hongmei's mind, leaving her restless.
It was not easy to endure until the end of work, but Shen Hongmei left as soon as she could grab her bag.
"Sis, you're here, what kind of yarn are you looking for today?"
Shen Hongmei was a regular at the yarn shop, and the shopkeeper recognized her. Upon seeing her, she smiled and greeted her, then casually showed her two bundles of yarn.
"These just arrived a couple days ago, new process, 50% wool, nice color saturation, and good luster. You can knit sweaters, scarves, or socks. It's very warm and not expensive."
Shen Hongmei felt the yarn and thought the quality was quite good. If it was for herself or to buy for a family member, it would indeed be sufficient.
"Shopkeeper, I want some better yarn."
"We have that, of course!"