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.
