Having been told that, Luo Qingli didn't find it appropriate to say anything more.
After the meal, on her way home, Luo Qingli felt remorseful, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that she should buy a handkerchief to return to Mu Si.
Almost home, she decisively got off the bus and went to a nearby mall.
In Luo Qingli's thinking, carrying a packet of tissues would be much more convenient. Not as much hassle as a handkerchief.
More expensive, needs daily washing, and needs to be sterilized. She couldn't understand why these wealthy people had so many eccentricities.
In the end, Luo Qingli settled on a sky-blue handkerchief, which seemed to be of the same brand as Mu Si's handkerchief. She asked about the price, twelve thousand ninety-nine.
Luo Qingli took a cold breath; she couldn't comprehend how this piece of cloth could be so expensive.
After a mental struggle, Luo Qingli gritted her teeth and bought it.
