We smoothly made our way out of the inn, where the early morning sunlight poured down unreservedly, gently caressing all things in the world. Yet that warm radiance could not dispel the deep worry for Mùróng Zhuó buried within my heart.
The streets were already a bustling scene, with the cries of peddlers rising and falling in a chaotic market symphony.
The crowd surged back and forth, shoulder to shoulder, everyone busy rushing about to make a living.
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