The ringing of a bell suddenly stopped, causing Qing Ye to pause in his run as he was unable to tell exactly which direction he should be going.
Purple eyes frantically swept the lively night market before his eyes suddenly stopped at a figure a short distance away from him.
Although the young black-clad teenager's appearance was average, Qing Ye watched with complete rapture as the young man bent over to gently place the small black bell strung on red string on the small black cat obediently sitting on the wooden bench.
At this moment, in Qing Ye's eyes, the world became incomparably bright and dazzling, and the teenager appeared to be the only existence in the entire world. His purple eyes, filled with wonder, were unable to move away.
