Looking at the familiar little bow ties that were well-packaged on the ground, Feng Liyan squatted down and picked up the white clothes and put them into the backpack.
"Isn't it dirty to put clothes on the ground?" Feng Liyan said, his tone not showing disdain but rather helplessness.
The white-clothed man looked at the clothes being put into the backpack and then raised his head to look at Feng Liyan.
Feng Liyan glanced at him, and then avoided his gaze, putting all the things taken out by the white-clothed man back into the backpack.
After putting the things back, Feng Liyan zipped up the backpack and then looked at the white-clothed man again.
Feng Liyan, who is always unrestrained and straightforward in the face of any demon or monster, now looked at the white-clothed man and didn't know how to start talking.
"Actually... I didn't buy a plane ticket back to the Holy City."
Finally, Feng Liyan spoke.
The white-clothed man looked at Feng Liyan.
In the cafe near the airport
