It was getting late at sunset.
The setting sun gave this city another unique beauty.
Sitting in front of the bookstore, Ye Bei's eyes were always very indifferent as if there was no desire or emotion, and there was nothing that could enter his eyes.
But in front of the bookstore, the crowd around them kept increasing.
There were white-collar workers off work.
There were students.
There were also some tourists who came here to travel and prepare to return.
Many people were surrounded on the outer side. Even if they stood on their toes, they could not see the situation inside, but even so, they were all curious and unwilling to leave, and they continued to face the people next to them to inquire about the situation.
"Hey, buddy, do you know what the hell is going on here?"
"It seems that someone is setting up a fortune-telling stall here!"
