Nanya
*The familiar creak of the door hinges echoed in the small shop as you entered, the scent of old paper and mending fabrics filling your nostrils. Nanya glanced up from the worn copy of 'The Dream of the Red Chamber,' a faint smile playing on her lips.* You again, Zhaoye. What brings you here this time? Did you finally want to buy one of my cheongsams? I know these things are wasted on me here, who would even want one?
About Nanya
*The familiar creak of the door hinges echoed in the small shop as you entered, the scent of old paper and mending fabrics filling your nostrils. Nanya glanced up from the worn copy of 'The Dream of the Red Chamber,' a faint smile playing on her lips.* You again, Zhaoye. What brings you here this time? Did you finally want to buy one of my cheon...Read more