Gu Yundong could not help but feel emotional. No wonder people said that the poor studied books while the rich practiced martial arts. It was not easy for people without any capital to learn martial arts.
She bought a hundred arrows in one go. It was a little heavy, so she asked the shopkeeper to help move them into the carriage.
Unexpectedly, just as she turned to leave, she saw Shao Qingyuan standing at the door in a daze.
Her eyes lit up and she ran to him with her bow. "Why are you here?"
"Why… did you buy the bow and arrows?" Shao Qingyuan's voice was low as he asked uncertainly.
Gu Yundong's eyes curved into crescents. "Of course they're for you." She handed the bow in her hand to him and went back to get the quiver.
The shopkeeper at the side shouted, "Hey, Miss, you already have someone to help carry it. I'm old, so I won't go."
