Qin Yize nodded, took out the store key to open the door, while Gu Qiaoqiao stepped back a few paces, looked up, and with just one glance, she fell in love with the place.
This commercial street is quite distinctive, filled with ancient buildings adorned with carved beams and painted rafters. The floors aren't tall, particularly the one before them, which has only three levels.
Nearby, it's mostly the same, suggesting a unique characteristic.
As she looked around, she found that, indeed, it resembled another Antique Street, but here, it exuded even more of a quaint and ancient atmosphere.
Tea houses, painting studios, and music clubs abound, and in the distance, the melodious sound of a piano floats along with the evening breeze.
At this moment, the store lights came on.
Qin Yize stood inside the house, waved at Gu Qiaoqiao, his eyes smiling, "Qiaoqiao, come in."
Gu Qiaoqiao promptly walked towards the store.
