A boy dressed in black strolled leisurely down the street. A fierce wind blew today, whipping at his trench coat and casting an inexplicable, heavy pressure over passersby.
Yet, clutched oddly in the hand of this youth radiating such mysterious oppression was a single pink ice pop.
Bai Yexiu licked a stray drop from his finger, looked up, and caught sight of three familiar figures in the distance.
Chapter 49