C207 From a Certain Su to Please

The wind was gentle, swaying the paper on the stall, and the old man who set up the stall was afraid that the wind might blow his livelihood away.

He hurriedly packed up.

Little did he know that two people were slowly walking out from behind his paintings.

The man in the lead had a tall figure. He was dressed in white. However, his usually gentle eyes were dull and dull