"No, we only have high-end products here. If you can afford it, then come and ask. If you can't afford it, then please stop wasting my time here as soon as possible."

The salesgirl glanced coldly at the girl in front of her, rolled her eyes, and said lightly.

I subconsciously thought that the girl in front of me didn't have the money. After all, she looked so disheveled, and apart from her face, there was nothing outstanding about her.

"I know."

Song Shuran ignored him, nodded anxiously, and picked up a piece of clothing in a hurry.

I hurried to the fitting room to try it on, and after making sure that there was no problem with the size, I walked out decisively and paid.

"are you sure?"

The salesgirl looked at Song Shuran in front of her critically, with a little uncertainty.

As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse.

After changing her clothes, Song Shuran has regained her previous bright and charming appearance. Although her face looks so haggard and miserable, the pure white dress makes her look even more pitiful.

A weak willow leans against the wind and falls down at the first gust of wind.

"I'm sure, please go faster, thank you."

Song Shuran urged in a panic while reaching out to gently rub her temples, feeling like her head was about to explode.

The salesgirl nodded thoughtfully and checked out quickly.

Although I don't know what's going on with the girl in front of me, she doesn't look well. She has a delicate face, but her complexion is pale, and the dark circles under her eyes are very obvious.

There was not a speck of blood on his lips, and his whole body exuded a strong air of illness.

"Thank you, sorry for the trouble."