"Why don't you go over?" The Merchant Lady seemed to still be sitting on that rock, hugging her bag with both hands resting on her leather-skirted knees, her round-toed shoes swinging back and forth in the air.
"They don't like me."
"Why?"
"In their eyes, my aunt and I are both weirdos; besides, how many ordinary girls want to become merchants? So it's normal not to be liked."
"I've never met them. Ever since I can remember, my aunt has been with me. Aunt said, Little Roman, when you grow up, you must repay me well!"
"So you want to become a merchant?"
"Yes."
"What a strange idea."
"It's okay—"
From that moment, he realized he had fallen deeply in love with that eccentric girl. Because they shared some similar trait, he was just as peculiar in others' eyes, yet they both had a common pursuit.
She wanted to become a great merchant, and he wanted to save his beloved Erune, both bizarre goals unimaginable to ordinary people, but it didn't matter—
