On the street in the city, a figure wearing a gray robe and a gauze hat walked past Bai's Rice Shop. He glanced at the shop's sign but did not stop, continuing to a fork in the road where he paused, lowering his hat brim with both hands to adjust the eye covering.
Behind the gauze, his eyes flashed with a blood-red glow once again. He looked around, determined his direction, and the blood color vanished from his eyes as he turned the corner and left…
On the third floor of the Book Collection Pavilion, a beam of light fell upon Dong Liangyu's wrist, revealing the clear veins beneath his fair skin.
Shi Chun watched the money in their hand, his heart skipped a beat, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, startled, thinking he'd been recognized.
But upon reflection, it seemed unlikely. He should indeed have given them seven coins, surely he didn't miscount this small amount.
He slightly bowed his head, actually starting to visually count the stack of money in the other's palm.
