Bing Shi's attention was drawn to his striking features—vivid red hair and crimson eyes. With her gaze focused on his eyes, she pointed at her heart, inquiring, "Sir's doing?"
Noticing her curious gesture, Ru Quan cast his eyes downward to his chest plate, where he observed a slight bend caused by the knife. He explained, "An accident."
If he answered yes, wouldn't he be seen as a mentally ill person? Not knowing where to start looking, he wandered around the streets without any clear purpose until he spotted this stall. Wasn't this little monster's favorite food?
"Do you like sweet potatoes?" Ru Quan asked Bing Shi the moment he spotted a guard giving her a sweet potato.
Thanking the guard, Bing Shi nodded in anticipation, "I love them."
Tasting every kind of sweet potato in the universe became one of the things on her bucket list, "They are my comfort food. Do you have one too?"
Before Ru Quan could answer, the sweaty, old man stopped him.
