Ning Xi followed Lin Feng's gaze and quickly spotted the source of his attention… an extremely fat man, roughly five foot eight, standing strangely still in the middle of a bustling street.
People flowed around him like water around a rock, yet he remained unmoving, as though he had been frozen in place by some unseen force.
His eyes were unfocused, staring into nothingness, and his breathing was heavy and uneven.
Every few seconds, he let out a long, weary sigh, then inhaled deeply again, as if struggling to steady himself.
His chubby face was scrunched up with a mixture of sadness and helplessness, his watery eyes glistening as though tears might spill at any moment.
He looked like someone who had just lost something precious or someone who had reached the edge of despair and didn't know how to step back.
Ning Xi instinctively glanced back at Lin Feng, expecting to find him still observing the man.
