Zhao Huaijin slowly walked towards Hua Muyue and took her hand, and whispered in her ear, "Lady, it's so beautiful!" ”

Hearing this, Hua Muyue felt that her heart was itchy, and the unknown and unfamiliar flustered feelings were spreading in her heart little by little.

forgot to react for a while, and the two of them stood quietly, the man was Zhilan Yushu, and the woman was delicate. For a while, both men and women in the shop were full of envy.

Looking at the pair of beautiful people, the female shopkeeper smiled, like looking at the God of Wealth, with light, and saw that so many people came to the shop after a while.

"Shopkeeper, do you still have that dress?" A well-dressed young woman asked anxiously.

"This, little lady, do you want to try another one?" The shopkeeper was a little embarrassed for a while.

"That's pretty, I want it." The woman looked at the clothes that Hua Muyue was wearing and couldn't wait to take them off, she must be so beautiful.

Hua Muyue was shouted back to her senses by the movement here, "Huaijin, let me go, I'll go find the shopkeeper." ”

Hua Muyue's voice is not as crisp as the silver bell on weekdays, with some softness, listening to Zhao Huaijin's ears, but it is crisp in her heart, how should she not, she still let go of Hua Muyue's hand with a little reluctance.

"Shopkeeper, how much do you have this dress?" Hua Muyue walked over and quietly asked the shopkeeper.

"A tael of silver cannot be less." The shopkeeper didn't sit on the ground and start the price.

Hua Muyue was staggered, a tael of silver! Forget it, forget it, don't want it.

"Lady, I think you look good." Zhao Huaijin, you seem to have seen Hua Muyue's thoughts, and walked over to say.

"Yes, little lady, you are dressed like a fairy in the sky, and it is definitely worth the money." The shopkeeper echoed.

When Zhao Huaijin walked over, the corners of the young woman's mouth opened slightly, and she wished that her whole eyes were glued to Zhao Huaijin, and she even forgot to grab her clothes for a while.

Hua Muyue looked at the forehead, ε=( ́ο'*)))) Alas, Zhao Demon Evil!

These clothes are good-looking, but if you buy them for one or two silver, you won't have the money to buy clothes for Zhao Huaijin.

The characteristics of this red dress are better than the little embroidered begonias, which make this dress red, at this time Hua Muyue saw a batch of red cloths with similar clothes, there is! I buy cloth and make it myself, so I embroider it myself.

Hua Muyue, who is so smart herself, suddenly has a spirit, I can actually embroider! Can I make clothes? Can embroider?!

But the picture that flashed in his mind just now, how to draw the pattern, how to lead, how to come step by step, is so clear, Hua Muyue looked at her hand a little dumbfounded.

These hands have held scalpels and needles for acupuncture, but they have never held embroidery needles, how can they be? Could it be the memory of the original owner?

Hua Muyue's mind turned a thousand times.

She was not only curious about what kind of background the original owner had, what kind of person he was, but also a little afraid of having the memory of the original owner. If she doesn't have a memory, she can still think that Hua Muyue at this time is herself, if she has a memory, then who is she? She felt like a thief stealing someone else's life.

Hua Muyue faced this question for the first time, in fact, since she remembered the memory of the original owner's stupid fall into the water, she vaguely understood that some unfamiliar fragmented memories might be the original owner's.

"Lady, what do you think?" It wasn't until Zhao Huaijin's soft voice came that Hua Muyue came back to her senses.

In that short moment, Hua Muyue's heart was like a roller coaster, up and down.

"Lady, what's wrong with you? But what's on your mind? Zhao Huaijin asked with some worry in his eyes.

"It's okay." Hua Muyue smiled at Zhao Huaijin, this kid pretended to be like a real person in front of outsiders, a lady in one mouth, let herself block the peach blossoms, and she could kill herself without seeing the eyes of those little girls.