C197 Leaving the city

Lu Beiyou only felt that the street was releasing a bit of incense into his body. There were peddlers' firewood, oil and salt, prodigal son's poems, wine and paintings, and the heart of a traveler. He did not know why, but there was also a trace of sadness.

After a long while, Lu Beiyou slowly opened his eyes and exhaled out a mouthful of foul air