Su Jingyi stared for a moment before looking away, but after chatting with Wang Xian for a short while, he felt a strange compulsion to glance back.
Just that one look: a gust of wind lifted a bamboo hat, revealing a pale, familiar face.
Su Jingyi stiffened, his pupils contracting violently. He stared unblinkingly at the wobbling figure on the opposite side of the street, watched the person beside them hurriedly press down a hat displaced by the wind, and watched as the two figures disappeared back into the shadows of the alleyway.
Chapter 113