It was a boutique with a small storefront. The inside of the store was quiet and minimalistic clothes racks were lined beautifully, made of apparels of original and elegant designs.
Xia Ling went through the clothes piece by piece, not particularly fancy any of them. Being pampered by Pei Ziheng in her previous life, she only wore fabrics that were woven with 100% natural material, with not a single strand of synthetic fiber. As for this store, the apparels were unique alright, but the texture was still inferior to what she was used to. Fabrics woven with a mix of both natural and synthetic fibers were adequately comfortable for most people, but for Xia Ling who was so used to better quality goods, she only made do with it.
