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Scattered and diverse crowds occupy a small area, selling what they think is good stuff, enthusiastically greeting every passing guest.

"Why are you here?" Yu Yi asked in a muffled voice as he locked his fingers together with the youth.

Many people looked at him, but he didn't like this feeling. . .

He clearly had everything in his space!

The unhappy man tightened his right hand