Lin Shuang walked out of the dim alley and glanced at the deluxe candied hawthorns in his hand under the lively lights.
They were still shiny, without a speck of dust. Imagining the joy of the two girls, he smiled lightly.
He held the candied hawthorns as he walked through the bustling snack street. The next section ahead sold clothes.
In the middle of the street were rows of outdoor clothes racks and shoe stands. The vendors' loudspeakers repeatedly advertised genuine products of certain famous brands, but they had just cut off the tags—originally priced at three hundred ninety-nine, the shoes here were only thirty-nine a pair.
On both sides of the street were the facades of boutiques, mostly run by young girls. Each sign was prettier than the last, and each store name more inventive.
