"It's been a long time since I've visited Qingyun City. I wonder how much it has changed over the years."
...
The next morning.
"Let's go to the market first."
"Yes, sir."
Qinghe tightened her coat, jogged to open the wooden gate of the courtyard, and then pushed the wheelchair out of the courtyard.
"Shopkeeper, six jars of good wine, please."
"Alright."
The shopkeeper turned around to get the wine. A boy of eleven or twelve watching the shop curiously observed the two outside: one was handsome and extraordinary, but unfortunately young and already wheelchair-bound.
The other seemed younger than himself, dressed in a bulging outfit. It was his first time seeing such an odd combination.
Feeling the odd gaze from the boy at the wine shop, Su Mu didn't mind, but Qinghe glared back defiantly. The two youngsters locked eyes.
Soon, the shopkeeper had prepared the six jars of wine, and Qinghe pushed the wheelchair toward the east of the town.
