Crimson Clouds

About This Novel

Feixi did not raise her head, but raised the corners of her lips slightly. There was still no smile on her face, but it was a bit softer than when she was staring at the satin surface seriously and stiffly. It would probably look better, if there wasn't that scar. At the same time, the long needle in her hand was passing through the alchemy-colored satin, and her slender fingers jumped back and forth along with the needles, dropping streaks of ink-colored blue. Until a colorful peacock came to life on the brocade, the scarlet needle dropped, and she stood up slowly: "Ayan." She has opened this shop for two years. When people stay in one place for a long time, they will become familiar with everything around them. For example, if you hear footsteps in the distance, you can guess who it is. Ji Yan, dressed in green and brown brocade clothes, stood ten feet away politely: "Whose happy event is this?"

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