On a weekend afternoon, Chi Xiaoyu followed Han Yi out to select some minor necessities for the wedding, things like the veil and bridal accessories, as well as the wedding cake and small gifts for the day.
After all, Han Yi had just gone through a wedding and was relatively experienced.
Ever since the last time she sold her blood, Han Yi's condition had not been good. Her complexion was noticeably pale. "Xiao Yu, wait for me a moment, okay?"
Chi Xiaoyu slightly raised her head and saw Han Yi holding a box as she went into a pawn shop.
She knew about that box; Han Yi had given it to her last time to express her thanks.
She remembered it contained extremely valuable tonics.
Now, Han Yi had taken these to sell as well...
At the moment, Han Yi was wearing a plain, long dress with not a single piece of decent jewelry around her neck, looking nothing like the Gong Family's young madam, without a hint of the airs of a lady of status.
