It had been a while since Yang Chen visited Zhenxiu's stall. Every time he thought about the night Zhenxiu had given him her cherished moon-shaped pendant, he couldn't help but feel pity for the girl.
As he walked down the dimly lit street, he noticed that there were more stalls than usual. With the cold weather, snacks like spicy skewers and hot pot were in high demand.
Reaching the corner of the street, Yang Chen spotted Zhenxiu in her slightly worn brown coat and white-purple knitted hat, busy at her cart.
There were four or five customers sitting in front of her cart, drinking liquor and eating stir-fried rice cakes and spicy skewers.
Yang Chen didn't rush over. He waited until the customers had left before slowly approaching the stall.
Zhenxiu was wiping the table when she looked up and saw Yang Chen. A hint of joy flashed across her face. "Yang Ge, why do you have time to come so late?"
