From a young age, I was used to seeing shopkeepers with age, who warmly greeted customers. But it was hard for Shi Nian to adjust to the young and slender female shopkeeper in front of her, who responded with such indifference.
Looking at the shopkeeper's attire, she wore a pure cotton long dress that dragged to the floor. Since the old houses in the water town felt damp, and she was so skinny, she had a large red linen shawl draped over her shoulders.
See, she no longer looked like a small shopkeeper, but more like a literary young woman.
Yet, hearing the shopkeeper's tone, she seemed familiar with her. Shi Nian could only smile awkwardly: "I just heard someone say that I seem to be quite forgetful, so..."
