The shopkeeper handed her the change, and she spent another ten yuan on a sewing kit before finally turning to leave the store.
He was already straddling the motorcycle, waiting for her. She handed over his wallet: "Here you go."
Henry Sullivan took the wallet and put it in his pocket.
After she got on the bike sideways, he started the engine and drove away.
On the way back, she didn't say a word. He was puzzled because on the way there, she wouldn't stop talking about how nice the weather was, how fresh the air felt, and how pleasant the breeze was.
Once he returned the motorcycle and paid the local, he led her out again.
He was carrying the clothes, while she walked with her head down, looking listless.
"What's wrong? Is wearing this kind of outfit that upsetting for you?"
Ivy Miller looked at him: "What do you know? A woman feeling down isn't always about clothes."
"Then what's it about?"
"I'm feeling annoyed, hmph," she grabbed the clothes and walked quickly ahead.
