Chapter 100
Shen Yiguang discussed the potential uses of the wood they were carrying as they made their way back.
"I plan to take these to Fourth Uncle," Yiguang said. "There are two pieces of agarwood about ten centimeters each. I can make a vanity case for you and a bead bracelet for mother..."
Yang PeiMin nodded, her eyes sparkling. "Can you really make those?"
Shen Yiguang turned to look at her and nodded with a smile, his gaze lingering on her glossy, long hair. "I’m still learning the craft. Maybe I could make you a hairpin as well?"
She had once aspired to be a cultured and artistic individual, enthralled for a period by the image of flowing hair and graceful skirts. However, that desire had vanished entirely because of a former best friend who seemed nice on the surface but secretly used her trust as a stepping stone, sharing her secrets with others without consent.
This former friend possessed an artistic aura as well, speaking softly and elegantly, dressed in a refreshing, traditional style that gave her an ethereal quality, as if untouched by worldly concerns. When PeiMin had accidentally discovered her friend’s true nature, she realized that this elegance was merely a social strategy and a means to climb the social ladder at the expense of others.
At that moment, PeiMin realized how phony that person was, and she stopped subconsciously imitating her.
To her surprise, Shen Yiguang also had a taste for such romantic pursuits, which she was more than happy to encourage.