There were only two rows of shelves at the counter, and the end could be seen at a glance.
Yu Yan had been busy since she entered. She took out talismans and puppets from her storage bag and carefully placed each one in a homemade exquisite wooden box.
Shen Ping looked at Yu Yan quietly. The curves of her waist-length robe became even more magnificent. Her black hair was tied up, and her eyebrows were not only enchanting, but they also revealed a mature charm.
She seemed to have noticed the gaze. Yu Yan could not help but smile. "Husband, you're always so energetic."
Shen Ping smiled. "Yu Yan, the pink shirt you wore last night is not bad. It's silky and faintly discernible. It's just lacking something."
"What is it?"
"A string of jade beads."