She walked over to Pei Yunmeng's side and looked down at the items on the cart.
Most of the beaded jewelry had already been sold, leaving only a few scattered earrings, but she didn't wear earrings, so she brushed aside a few on the surface and revealed a corner of wood beneath. Lu Tong reached out and picked up a wood comb from beneath the earrings.
The wooden comb was curved like a crescent moon, lying small and delicate in her palm. Pei Yunmeng lowered his gaze to look at it, then spoke with a sudden profound meaning, "It's a comb brush."
"Yes," she responded, then, realizing something, looked up at him.
Pei Yunmeng was calmly watching her.
He didn't say anything, but Lu Tong suddenly felt a bit guilty.
