There were many bolts of cloth behind the counter - khaki, denim, corduroy, fleece, and fine cotton. Their colors were rather monotonous, mostly gray, blue, black, or olive green.
As Gu Qingyao looked at them, a wave of nostalgia suddenly swept over her.
This was what her life was like when she was young!
"Yao Yao, which one do you like?" Mo Beihan asked Gu Qingyao.
Actually, he did not like any of these materials. He looked at them with the eyes of someone who had been reborn. Now that he had returned, how could he possibly like any of these?
But there was no choice. In these times, this was all that was available.
Gu Qingyao chose a piece of olive green khaki, and some fine cotton. She was not interested in the rest.
She did want the fleece, but it was too expensive.
Although Mo Beihan's drew a good salary, he put his life on the line in exchange for it. She could not just fritter it away.
