C480 Death

On an autumn day, the air was chilly.

The street wasn't as lively as usual, but after all, it was under the feet of the Emperor, and small stalls could still be seen everywhere.

Before Mu Qianyu and Yin Tianlan even reached the restaurant, they were stopped by a little boy.

"Big sister Drifting Feather."

The little boy held a string of candied fruits that he had taken a few bites off