C329 We Are Unworthy.

On the contrary, it was the bustle of the streets outside.

Today was the New Year, and it was a rare occasion. The hawkers on both sides of the street had long been set up.

A few petals of plum blossoms fell from the snow, and people came and went. It was not much different from the Flower Moon Festival.

Red lanterns were hung up, and the people were full of smiles