C38 Past Events

The sun had set, and the pedestrians were dwindling.

The summer had already come to an end. The autumn wind blew, scattering the fallen leaves on the ground.

With an ugly face and a basket of soybeans in her hands, Li Qingzhi walked past the small path. However, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure standing alone at the entrance of a small teahouse at the end of the street