From then on, the gears of fate moved forward, and he thus embarked on a path of no return.
Liang Zhichen stood silently in place for a long while, his fists clenched slightly before he let out a light chuckle. However, the meaning behind that laughter was probably only clear to him.
Afterward, leaving the vegetable market, he went to a household and inquired for a long time.
"Pei Yu? Ah, the skinny man with a red mole on his forehead, right? I know him, but it's probably been ten days since he suddenly left. I don't know where he went. He was in high spirits when he left, as if something good had happened."
Liang Zhichen's heart sunk, then he bid farewell to the person and led his horse out of town with a heavy heart.
Outside the town, in front of Stove King Temple, a little girl sat on the stone steps, surrounded by plenty of satin cloth, supporting her cheek with one hand as she dozed off.
