This was a very elderly woman, wearing a handmade brown woolen hat. Underneath the hat was a head full of snow-white silver hair. She was short and frail, and with the set of old homespun clothes she was wearing, Ye Ning felt a strange sense of being transported back in time just standing there.
"Are you the owner of this shop?"
The old woman saw her too and, noticing the bright-colored dress she was wearing, stood up from her chair.
She was truly hunched over, with her whole back nearly curving down to her knees. Without the cane she was holding, Ye Ning doubted she could even straighten up, and her face was barely visible.
Ye Ning, seeing the sight of her, couldn't help but have a peculiar feeling, as if this person didn't come just to appraise a treasure today.
So she nodded slightly and stepped forward: "Yes, I am the owner of this shop. Granny, what would you like to see?"
The old woman, upon hearing this, took a small black box from the chair opposite her: "This..."
