As night fell, the bustling city gradually became shrouded in darkness, with shops lining the streets casting out twinkling lights, and passersby hurried on their way.
Li Qiao knocked on the door of the hostel room and, seeing no response for quite some time, decided to go out and ask the receptionist.
Learning that Qin Jin hadn't returned, she decided to enter the room and wait for him. Since the room was registered under both their names, she easily obtained a spare key from the receptionist to unlock the door.
After turning on the light, she noticed a black cloth bag on the bed.
What did he buy?
She closed the door and moved closer, reaching out and pulling at it. It was a small straw hat—was it for her?
Underneath was folded fabric.
The quality seemed quite good.
Was it for making clothes?
