"Granny Wu, what kind of material are these brocades made of? They are so strange." Qu Moying walked over and gently touched the brocades that Granny Wu mentioned. In a place without sunlight, the brocades had no reflection. The dark silver color revealed a light gray shade, but under the sunlight, it would flash with a bright and beautiful color.
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