"Qin Tian, what are you daydreaming about?"
A familiar gentle voice sounded by his ear, carrying a hint of teasing laughter.
Qin Tian opened his eyes suddenly, and a delicate face came into view—Dongfang Mingyue in a light blue dress, her eyebrows bent in his memory's gentle and elegant demeanor.
"Mingyue?" Qin Tian's heart trembled, a trace of confusion passing through his eyes.
Wasn't Dongfang Mingyue supposed to be in seclusion at the Dan Tower?
When had they arranged to meet?
Instinctively, he looked around and found himself standing on a bustling street, with shops lined on both sides, filled with the sounds of vendors hawking and bargaining. The stalls of small merchants were laden with an array of small items, and sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a dappled shadow on the ground.
The place was both familiar and strange, like a dusty fragment from the depths of his memory, and he couldn't recall where it actually was.
