"Mama Chen, take a look at the store. I'll take two distinguished guests to choose something." The middle-aged woman gave a loud cry.

Then Guan Yu and Wang Xiaorong were taken to a small room in the innermost part of the second floor. The middle-aged woman said, "Look, you two, the scarves here are the best in the whole town."

Guan Yu looked at it and thought it was okay. At least there were dozens of styles. However, most of them were embroidered towels, and the fabric was very thick. What Guan Yu wanted was a kind of sand, very thin, preferably translucent. As long as Wang Xiaorong's lotus was...