For that one thread (of connection)

confused yet still obstinately clinging and looking

“Martial arts chivalry*? Fantasy? Romance? Or go with beautiful*?”

(You might know it as wǔxiá)

(romantic, a school of aestheticism that focuses on describing perfect images of the male figure or Tanbi (p.r.o.nunciation in j.a.panese), literally means “aesthetic”, but now often refers to BL (boy's love) – think what you will)

Mo Lan, wearing a loose white wool sweater, was sitting cross-legged in the bedroom, with a laptop on her legs, her dark circles so severe that it's comparable to pandas.

“Urghhhh, how to actually write it ah!” Having looked miserable for a long time, still don't know what kind of script to write… after all, everything about this was a big deal. The first work that Secretly Captivated himself gave her, if she couldn't complete it satisfactorily, in the future what kind of face would she be able to show in front of him…

Aiya… undoubtedly the more I think about it the more bothered I would get.

The jet-black long hair that originally could have been twisted up with a pen have been all messed up by Mo Lan, she sighed, unlocked her phone, and habitually updated her Moments:

What to do if no inspiration T^T

After posting on Moments, she surfed Weibo with her mobile phone, en… he has no new movement. Thus with no better option and a little despair, she once again threw her phone aside, and continued to rack her brains over a blank Word doc.u.ment.

After about ten minutes, as before the still-completely-lacking-an-outline Mo Lan once again sighed, picked her phone up planning to play LianLianKan* for a while, just a.s.sume as if she was looking for inspiration.

(連連看 lián lián kàn – pattern matching puzzle game)

Not really caring too much, she opened her mobile and started swiping through Moments, the next second, Mo Lan was in a daze.

Secretly Captivated replied to her Moments.

After liking her post the last time, he now commented on her Moments…

In hindsight, after Mo Lan reacted, and wanted to cry stupidly, how could she have forgotten that she's now WeChat friends with Secretly Captivated T^T. But you can't also blame her, if, you have silently been someone's fan for four years, and four years later, this person suddenly stepped down from the altar, took the initiative to add you on WeChat, talked to you, sang for you… if it was you, would you have believed it?

Contrarily, everything did happen.

What's more, with Secretly Captivated's unperturbed and unhurried manner, it all happened extremely appropriately and very naturally.

Mo Lan's long eyelashes flickered invisibly, she opened the recently locked screen of her mobile, and saw Secretly Captivated's reply: Then don't think about it for now.

Don't think about it for now… really?

But it's such a big deal, she wouldn't dare delay all the more.

As she was thinking, she saw that the other party sent a WeChat message.

GYM: Is it quite stressful?

Mo Lan was dumbfounded, although she really wanted to say not really ah or it's nothing ah and such, but… she didn't want to lie to him.

Instead, she frowned and thought for a long time, finally edited her sentence and sent what she thought was appropriate.

Momo: If I say there's no pressure then I'm definitely lying, after all… the three of you are all my favorite CVs, I'm afraid I'll mess this up, which will waste your time and bring trouble to Jiuxiao's Seventh Anniversary Celebration.

After hugging her mobile phone for a bit, Mo Lan received a reply from the other party… it was a voice message.

An Xiaoluo was working overtime so she won't be back tonight, hence Mo Lan took a deep breath, and opened it.

Secretly Captivated's low voice sounded a little hoa.r.s.e, but… it also seemed more tender: “I'm awfully sorry, asking you to write the script for the new drama, however, I've read what you have written before and felt that it was pretty good. I believe that you can do this well, thus, you need to also have confidence in yourself.”

If you asked Mo Lan, where exactly was the appeal of a voice.

It probably… lies within, him merely just brus.h.i.+ng over a few words and very miraculously it'll immediately soothe her weathered bewildered heart.

Before Mo Lan responded, the other party already sent another voice message: “Also, have you not always wanted to write a radio drama for me?”

With her frozen hand, Mo Lan looked down at her phone screen, speechless for a quite a stretch.

Her brain spun rapidly, she suddenly remembered… three years ago, the young and ignorant her posted on Weibo, the main gist being Secretly Captivated DaDa I really like your voice, I'm actually a writer, would really like to collaborate with you on a drama balabala*, eventually, she used extraordinary courage* and tagged him.

(it was like that in the raws. i a.s.sumed it means etc)

(勇氣可嘉 yǒng qì kě jiā – idiom – to deserve praise for one's courage)

With the temperature on her face constantly rising, Mo Lan nearly wanted to hang herself on the southeast branch, the terrifying heaven-roars of Weibo from three years ago… have all been combed through by him.

Momo: Male G.o.d… I was young, ignorant and not sensible at that time, definitely please don't take it to heart T^T

After a while, the other party's voice message arrived, Mo Lan took a deep breath and anxiously opened it.

In the quietness, Secretly Captivated's smile echoed through, because it was a bit hoa.r.s.e, it sounded even more s.e.xy, faintly hinting at gentle amorous feelings, just by listening to it, made one's mouth and tongue dry: “Looking at your Weibo was actually very interesting.”

As soon as his words fell, he seemed to be delighted, chuckling, like the sound of water flowing, with a romantic touch.

Not sure which fan previously sum it up, Secretly Captivated's chuckle… was a voice enthusiast's Achilles' heel.

Because, it's simply a sure shot.

Very interesting ma?

Mo Lan biting her handkerchief, her cheeks streamed with tears.

But… the main point was that in her Weibo, it seemed that 80% of the content was related to him, looking at her Weibo, was basically watching a fangirl talked to herself everyday, how could it be interesting.

Mo Lan coughed, cleared her throat, then, sent a voice message: “Male G.o.d, actually… I'd like to know, that night, why would you have added me on WeChat?”

Almost immediately after the voice message was sent, Mo Lan regretted.

I actually asked out loud… actually asked out loud… actually just however asked out loud!

Would Secretly Captivated find her annoying, of course he would, since he's already added her as a friend, she should just kneel three times and kowtow nine times* in grat.i.tude*, but instead, she actually was unable to differentiate good from bad* and asked him, for what reason……

(formal etiquette on meeting the emperor)

(it's highly exaggerated in the raws)

(不知好歹 bù zhī hǎo dǎi – idiom – not to know what's food for one/unable to recognize others' good intentions)

Her heart beated rapidly, just as Mo Lan's imagination was running wild, Secretly Captivated sent a voice message.

Her fingers fluttered, Mo Lan suddenly felt that she daren't listen to it.

The surroundings were quiet, the night very gentle, his voice was low, very distinct, word by word, coming through her mobile's speakers, and truly finally reached her ears.

He said, “In the future… you will know.”

The tone, as if it was flowing from the the high above mountain ridge throughout the year where ice and snow doesn't appear, and it was also like a white lotus in the pond, n.o.ble and refined, as a jade as a diamond. Remarkably… it reminded her of Jialuo, the meditative senior monk from Zixia Mountain.

In the future… what did he meant?

However, the voice wasn't done yet, he paused, then, it rang again: “If you really would want me to say it, it's probably… I much preferred your voice.”

The voice carried a smile, with the feeling that it was genuine, all at once seeming to fall from the highest of the heavens down to the ten feet of soft red and purple street of the world of mortals, producing the hint of warm fireworks.

But… she didn't hear the wrong thing right?

Being praised by the number one Internet Voice CV, Secretly Captivated, he even said, that he likes her voice?

Just a moment ago, with great difficulty, Mo Lan finally managed to calm her heart down and yet her heart now beated violently again, disobeying instructions, she opened her mouth, a slight tremor formed: “Um… the way male G.o.d puts it, I'm a little overwhelmed with grat.i.tude*.”

(the same “overwhelmed by favour from superior” from previous chapter (humble experience))

Secretly Captivated quickly replied her, with an indolent tone, nonchalantly: “I've said before, don't be nervous, I'm not as good as you think, I'm just an ordinary person after all. Oh… let's leave it, after chatting with you for so long, sing a song for me okay.”

As soon as his voice fell, Mo Lan discovered that a thin layer of sweat had formed in her palms. Male G.o.d… wants to listen to her sing? Moreover, in such a natural tone, so natural that she doesn't know how to say no.

She always felt that her level of singing was particularly limited, but since Secretly Captivated already brought it up, and he told her in such a pleasant voice, wanting her to sing a song for him… basically made one incapable of refusing.

Momo: Male G.o.d, what would you like to hear?

GYM: Up to you, go on YY first ba.

Momo: Okay.

Biting her lip and logging into YY, she entered the room number that SC gave her the last time, the familiar purple vest was already on the mic.

Mo Lan quickly opened the folder that held her more familiar music accompaniment, and went through them one by one, very distressed, really don't know what to sing, how to breakthrough* T^T

(破 pò – it means broken or damaged or get rid of or to destroy or to defeat – it's commonly use as “breakthrough” as in how to breakthrough the help-i-don't-know-what-to-sing-for-male-G.o.d mentality – how do you explain all that in English?)

She scrutinized for a long time, Secretly Captivated didn't seemed anxious, not pus.h.i.+ng her.

In the end, the somewhat dizzy Mo Lan who have been trying to pick a song gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and randomly opened an accompaniment.

When the first accompaniment note played, Mo Lan knew which song it was, this song was called《The Silent Snow on A Thousand Mountains》. Fortunately, it's a song she was quite good at.

Taking a deep breath, she started softly:

“I have silently buried the world of mortals for centuries

The past distinctly cold, then use the warmth residue to dream

In the future, who will look after the wine temperature for me

The snow on the front covering the greens, deeply forgetting the rivers and lakes

I embarked on a journey of a thousand miles

Listening to kudzu growing*, as if sinking into a spring breeze bathe

Ten thousands of flying snow-white* bright lanterns, merging with the sound of a foreign flute

Shattering the superficial, however once again gradually froze“

the first verse up until 1:15

(poem about mourning or listening to kudzu grow)

(A character in “Hero” or a blizzard)

《The Silent Snow on A Thousand Mountains》was a fan-made song of the novel《Seven Nights of Snow》, for a young literary and arty female like Mo Lan, the essential factor when listening to a song wasn't the melody, but rather the lyrics. Incidentally, the lyrics of this song were written beautifully and was full of emotion, which extremely complement the original mood of the whole novel.

The overall melody of this song was not considered high, from beginning to the end there was a faint sense of sorrow pervading, together with Mo Lan's gentle and graceful voice, actually bringing out the best in each other*, fitted in together perfectly.

(相得益彰 xiāng dé yì zhāng – to complement one another well (idiom))

“For that one thread (of connection), confused yet still obstinately clinging and looking

Among all the diverse and varied living things, who hasn't been this headstrong?

Missing our chance encounter was providence, time failed our deep feelings

Clearly seeing love and hate, but once again hurriedly and constantly leaving

In that case use one's life to replace the king's accepted fate

Although he is not 100 yet, it's as if the song already belonged to him

Deep and dark irregular time available, the snowy lonely flute streamed

Summertime winter night, who would play for me again

Seven nights of snow and silence, forever in people's heart

this is the last verse of the song from 2:54

The song was over.

Secretly Captivated didn't speak from beginning to the end, but Mo Lan just felt indescribably, that he was listening, and moreover he listened very earnestly.

Not sure for whatever reason, after realising this, the recently extremely nervous her, suddenly felt as if she had settled down. Actually… if you thought about it, being alone with the actual person in the YY room, and singing a song for him, for many people… it should be an unattainable dream.

But her dream did come true.

Truly very lucky, isn't it?

The quiet and exquisite sorrowful music accompaniment ended, suddenly, Mo Lan heard from Secretly Captivated's end… some noise came through.

It seemed that someone was talking to him, furthermore he appeared to be very fl.u.s.tered and anxious, but she clearly couldn't exactly hear what was said. Then, she heard Secretly Captivated's voice, not very loud, but full of character, seemingly to respond to that person.

After a while, his voice rang low through the computer: “Sorry, I have something to do now, I'll go work first. The song just now… was very pleasant.”

It was still in a gentle and indolent tone, but Mo Lan suddenly felt that his voice was slightly hoa.r.s.e, and it seemed… somewhat exhausted.

Before Mo Lan could respond, Secretly Captivated logged out and left the room.

Now… wasn't it ten o'clock at night, wasn't he very exhausted? Like this… and he still wanted to go to work?

Mo Lan c.o.c.ked her head and suddenly just felt that he was a very dedicated person, however, Secretly Captivated in reality… what does he do?

Nanjing in early January, although it hasn't snowed yet, but it was really a biting-cold kind of wind, nearly making people's hands and feet numb with cold. Mo Lan wore a long pink down jacket, pulled her collar up to her neck, with both of her hands in her pockets, she quickly walked onto the street, still feeling very cold.

She entered a popular bookstore, but Rong Xiaxia hasn't arrived yet.

Mo Lan sighed, just a moment ago Rong Xiaxia was obviously rus.h.i.+ng her very urgently… instead now that she has arrived, and Rong Xiaxia has yet to arrive.

Mo Lan didn't really mind, she went in, and planned to check if there were any new books on the shelves.

Looking through them along the way, she walked pa.s.sed many counters, finally, after spotting a familiar name, she stopped.

《Unrestrained Light Wind》, a monthly magazine that was very popular in China. This magazine mainly focused on cartoons and comics, the fictional world of anime, comics and games, so much so that for the Internet Voice Circle related matters, they would also regularly invite a few CVs for interviews, then published them in the magazine.

What made Mo Lan stopped was because she saw that on the lively and s.h.i.+ning cover of the magazine, an azure font was written on it: Featured interview for this issue – Bai Yu Luo Bo CV.

Bai Yu Luo Bo?

Mo Lan was surprised in her heart, being able to invite Bai Yu Luo Bo… he's a VIP CV guest.

Unable to restrained her emotions, her outstretched arms reached for the magazine, the next second, somebody behind her s.n.a.t.c.hed the magazine.

Mo Lan was stunned for a bit, she has always had a sweet-tempered and agreeable disposition, she didn't fight with the other party involved, rather she turned around and silently placed her hands at the back, and saw two girls around seventeen or eighteen standing beside her, their face filled with excitement.

“Excuse me aunty, I'm sorry, but, can we please read this magazine first? My cla.s.smate and I have been waiting for this issue for a long time.”

One of the girls with gla.s.ses looked at her a little embarra.s.sed, but her tone was unusually firm, as if she had already made up her mind to not give the magazine away no matter what Mo Lan said.

However Mo Lan's main focus now, was just… this girl actually called her aunty. Sure enough, although she was already twenty-four, she wasn't considered young anymore, but… was it really appropriate to call her aunty.

She sighed slightly in her heart, the corner of her lips curved, showing a gentle and magnanimous smile, her tone still tranquiled, a very gentle kind of tranquility: “It doesn't matter, then you look at it first.”

When the two girls heard her words, both pair of eyes litted up instantly, thanking her again and again, making Mo Lan a bit embara.s.sed.

The two girls held the magazine like it was a pearl and rushed towards the reading area by the side, and Mo Lan looked on a bit helpless as the only unwrapped magazine on the shelf was taken away, she thought about it, and still reached for a brand new, unwrapped magazine.

Although buying a magazine with just at most two pages of interview, would normally be carried out by those girls, but… Mo Lan 囧 for a bit, but, you never know, maybe Bai Yu Luo Bo would reveal information about Secretly Captivated.

Generally for informal magazine interviews like this, the host would definitely ask questions regarding friends in the same circle. Furthermore, Secretly Captivated, Su Qingmo and Bai Yu Luo Bo deep affections for each other, was known by everyone in the Internet Voice Circle.

After paying for the magazine at the cash register, Mo Lan went to Starbucks next-door, ordered a cup of caramel coffee to warm her hands, and found a seat by the window.

Her mobile phone vibrated, Mo Lan opened it, and found Rong Xiaxia's short message: My younger brother suddenly came looking for me, just managed to send him off, wait a bit for me dear, I'll definitely arrive within 15 minutes!

A smile appeared, Mo Lan replied good-naturedly: No worries, be careful on the road, I'll wait for you at Starbucks.

Somewhat impatiently unwrapping the magazine in her hands, she opened it, and followed the contents page all the way to Bai Yu Luo Bo's interview page.

En… really asked a lot of personal questions.

Even his coordinates was exposed, he actually also lived in Nanjing.

Her gaze swept downwards, and finally… she saw a few keywords.

Secretly Captivated.

Mo Lan's eyes tilted, with one hand under her chin, and examined carefully.

Q12: Speaking of this, although Xiao Luo Bo have always been popular within the Internet Voice Circle, but everyone knows that, your best friends, should be Secretly Captivated and Su Qingmo DaDa from Jiuxiao Dubbing Group, right? So, could you please briefly elaborate on these two people?

A12: En, sure. Let's talk about Momo first, Momo this person, he's especially steady, being together with him, he will deal with any matter regardless of its importance*, keeping everything clearly and orderly organized. You will feel like you don't need to worry about anything, essentially just like a family trip~ A must-have kind~ Girls, if you like then hurry up and claim him (laughs). Then, let's talk about Ah Mi. Ah Mi this person… How do I put it, although I have actually met him twice, but he feels a bit like a cat to me, he's quite mystical… His temperament is obviously the quiet and cold type, but once in a while he do make others feel he's quite evil. Simply put, his gentleness carries hostility, but he takes his work very seriously, I once heard him criticised his subordinates (should be orz*) on the phone, his words sounded really harsh, I was shocked at that time. However, if he treated you as his friend, he will treat you well, a very considerate and caring person.

(事無鉅細 shì wú jù xì – idiom – lit things are not separated according to their size)

(orz – it's written as orz in the raws – It is a j.a.panese based emoticon of a man pounding his head on the floor. The o is the head. The r is the arms. The z is the legs. Used to symbolize the emotion of frustration.)

Q13: Wow, a cat-like man… Listening to your description, I felt instantly tempted~ Because Secretly Captivated DaDa recently announced his comeback, therefore, can you reveal a bit more information about him? Just consider it as a small benefit for our 《Unrestrained Light Wind》fans.

A13: Urm… Ah Mi hates people exposing his 3D world, I too dare not say anything more, hai. If you really insist on me revealing something, the last time on YY we've previously discussed Ah Mi's height, there were fans who guessed it right, it is indeed 188, very tall right, when I first met him, I had to look up and tilt my head back to see him (囧). Additionally… he told me before that he once had a dog, a Shetland Sheepdog. He liked it very much, but later it seemed that because of his excessive workload, he placed the dog in his mother's care.

His height was really 188, I really did guessed it correctly the last time, Mo Lan couldn't help smiling.

Like dogs?

Shetland Sheepdog… really suited him.

The strong aroma of coffee drifted from the wooden table, Mo Lan closed the magazine and placed it on the table, in a good mood, she took off the coffee lid, then took a wooden stirrer, lightly stirring together the layer of milk foam with the top layer of honey-coloured caramel sauce top.

Speaking of caramel coffee, in Starbucks, it wasn't a very popular flavour. It's mainly because… the flavour, it's indistinct that it's a bit difficult to characterised it. Generally speaking, people who enjoys sweet drinks will prefer coffees such as matcha or white chocolate, while people who enjoys bitterness will prefer espresso or black coffee.

For caramel coffee, underneath, the steamed milk brewed with mellow and rich coffee, on the top, a layer of exquisite creamy caramel sauce is drawn atop a layer of dense milk foam. Extremely bitter underneath, extremely sweet on top, precisely this kind of indistinct coffee.

No matter if it was a sweet or bitter kind of person, generally they wouldn't choose it.

However, Mo Lan likes it.

She likes to stir that thin layer of caramel, dissolving it in the whole cup of coffee. This kind of taste, neither bitter nor sweet, happened to be her taste.

This kind of neither far nor close flavour, was quite similar to people's perception of her. If she was to say it, Mo Lan was quite ordinary looking, regardless of how you looked at her, you could only conclude that she's pretty and delicate. However, she happened to have supple jet-black hair, plus fair and tender skin. If insisted, she could also be cla.s.sified as a woman with a charming disposition.

She wasn't conspicious, she sat there quietly, sometimes attracting people's attention.

When Rong Xiaxia hurried over and opened the door, she saw Mo Lan, sitting peacefully and quietly by the window, holding a hot steaming cup of coffee in her hands, her eyes drooping slightly, not sure what's going on in her mind.

Obviously because of Rong Xiaxia's own negligence, Mo Lan have been waiting for almost half an hour, but she didn't seemed to have taken offence at all.

Sometimes, Rong Xiaxia will feel that Mo Lan was alike water, doing good to all living things, indisputably water did benefit all things.

Perking up with a bright and beautiful smile, Rong Xiaxia briskly walked towards her.

“Momo, I'm really sorry to have to kept you waiting, hurry up hurry up, kisscat* has a new pair of high heels, accompany me to go take a look!”

(is an actual brand)

At the urging of Rong Xiaxia, Mo Lan a little helplessly started to pack her magazine up from the table, without much extra effort and not too bothered, she grumbled: “You called me urgently asking me to come out was just for the sake of looking at those heels?”

“Aiyo, it's not like you don't know, one of my biggest hobbies is collecting high heels.”

Dragged by Rong Xiaxia, Mo Lan followed her out, the wind outside have started blowing, all the pedestrians on the road were wrapped up tightly. The corner of Mo Lan's eyes casually swept across the cypress tree which sat in the middle of the road, suddenly she felt that even the withered branches during a winter's day had a different kind of beauty, so beautiful… that it was a little bleak.

Approaching the new one hundred and one* multi-story building, Rong Xiaxia very naturally brought Mo Lan through to kisscat‘s counter, on top of the shoe case, at the most prominent position, was a pair of red-wine leather high-heels, although there was no wine gla.s.s, yet with a kind of precarious feeling that once you started walking it'll snapped, but…

(Could be 11 storey)

Mo Lan frowned, couldn't helped but turned around and admonished Rong Xia Xia, “Xia Xia, were you talking about these kind of heels? Didn't I say… this heels were a bit too high, isn't it? If you wear it, you'll sprain your ankle, and since it's winter now, you won't even be able to wear it.”

“But… these heels are so beautiful, you see, the heels are made out of gla.s.s, just like Cinderella's crystal heels.” Rong Xiaxia walked over and took the heels down carefully, carefully looking over it, her starry eyes filled with longing.

Mo Lan also followed closely, turned the bottom of the heels, the price was 1699RMB*.

(USD240 or NZD420)

With a small sigh, she still said a little disapprovingly, “But these heels are not cheap, and even if you buy it now you won't be able wear it, what happens once it's spring and it's no longer popular?”

Rong Xiaxia pursed her lips feeling a little discouraged. Although she wanted to rebut, but she knew very well that Mo Lan was just speaking the truth, there really was nothing she could refute.

After looking at it for a long time, Rong Xiaxia sighed, and finally reluctantly placed the heels back.

It seemed that each pair of shoes, when placed under the glittering chandeliers on the counter shelves, they were always the most beautiful, brightest and dazzling, which could especially attract a woman's attention. However, after an impulse buy, you may find all kinds of flaws on those same pair of shoes, and afterwards regret and complained. But from a consumer's point of view, Mo Lan was really quite sensible.

With an arm around Mo Lan's shoulder, Rong Xiaxia walked away from the counter, with a hint of unconcealed sense of loss in her tone: “I just knew you would definitely stop me that's why I called you to accompany me, because I also think that if I bought it, I will certainly regret it. Although… I really truly liked it.” After a pause, she regained her strength and dragged Rong Xiaxia to the elevator on the second floor. “Nevermind nevermind, didn't manage to buy shoes, let's go look at clothes, we haven't window-shop together for a long time.”

There used to be a saying, that in a woman's wardrobe, a favorite dress was always lacking.

Rong Xiaxia full of spirit wandered eastward and looked westward. Mo Lan followed beside her, unexpressionless fleetingly glancing* the whole way, as she was walking past a cheongsam* counter, she suddenly stopped.

(走馬觀花 zǒu mǎ guān huā – idiom – lit. flower viewing from horseback – a fleeting glance in pa.s.sing, fig. superficial understanding from cursory observation)

(Cheongsam is an English word derived from Cantonese while qipao is Mandarin Chinese. The former is normally used in the southern part of China while the latter is mostly used in the north.)

In the display cabinet, the model wore a b.u.t.ton-like style plain white brocade satin cheongsam, the white soft cloth uses Chinese traditional ink and wash painting depicting a design of Pisces playing in water, which is perfectly presented in black and white.

Very simple, and also… awfully breathtaking.

Cheongsam.

The genuine and elegant Chinese dress, the most magnificent in the whole world.

Mo Lan stood in front of the display cabinet and silently stared at the cheongsam, as if she was admiring a very precious work of art. She tilted her head and wordlessly thought that for Chinese girls, owning a cheongsam should be everybody's dream.

But… a little helpless sigh, however that ought to only be focused on the rich.

That is because for a good cheongsam, the normal price was usually between a thousand to ten thousand*, or even a hundred thousand or millions. As for those cheap cheongsam, with inferior workmans.h.i.+p, she wasn't really interested in them.

(USD141 to USD1410/NZD247 to NZD2474)

So in the end, she just merely looked over it a few times unwilling to part, and quickly followed Rong Xia Xia, who was already way ahead.

Me: Hope everybody is staying safe! I've been slacking on the translations as my dramas and books have been calling me alot. Haha. Need to get back into the groove! Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Most people should probably be missing physical shopping so hopefully this didn't put you too down.