C1895 There Would Always be a Miracle!

Lee Shian followed the address he got from the paper offerings shop, darting from the East Market to the West Market and back again. After two days and a night, he had visited half the shops on his list, but none of the owners paid him any attention.

Now, as he arrived at a bun shop in the East Market, hunger struck. He ordered two trays of buns and returned to his carriage