Yu Tingwan remained silent for a long time.
It felt as though something scratched at her heart, lightly, but it was itchy.
Her ears began to burn.
The bamboo crafts at the stall were all bought by Wei Zhao in the end.
From initial sighs to envy, the young lady became numb.
Every shot hit the mark.
Wei Zhao hit not just the people but everything accurately.
However, to be fair to the old woman, he eventually paid for them.
Yu Tingwan gently said, "Old lady, the night air is damp. It's better to head home early."
The old woman thanked her.
The elderly face brightened with joy. Setting up a stall was better than idling at home; a penny is still income.
She hadn't sold much earlier in the day and was quite discouraged. Who would have thought she'd make good money at night?
A whole sack full, Wei Zhao loaded it onto the horse.
Yu Tingwan asked, "Have you played the hoop game before, my love?"
"Never."
The hoop game is usually played by young girls.
