“Osmanthus sugar—sweet osmanthus sugar that lingers on the tongue—”
“Three times steamed, three times sun-dried poria cake, wrapped gently in a gauze basket—”
The streets of Guanyi City bustled with a steady flow of people, vibrant and lively as ever.
After stepping out of the Xue residence, Xue Shangtao walked for a long while before finally pausing.
Though the spring scenery before her was beautiful and the crowds bustling about created a lively worldly atmosphere, a slight heaviness weighed on her heart.
She felt, quite clearly, a vague sense of melancholy.
Now, she understood even more deeply what Li Guanyi had said.
Many things are neither good nor evil; they simply exist as they are.
The little thoughts turning in the minds of the Xue family, even though Xue Shangtao had suspected them before, still delivered a heavy shock when confronted head-on this day.
Some things, when merely expected, feel completely different from when they become reality.
Even though she had already made her decision, an inexplicable irritation still settled inside her.
“This feeling in my heart is so stifling...”
She raised her eyes and saw the ordinary folks busy with their own lives, each with their own affairs.