C41 Tracing(last Part)

Early in the morning, after Qing Lian had washed up, she sat down at a table opposite the inn. She looked through the door at the entrance of the inn and saw that every guest who came out of the inn seemed to have made the slightest mistake. As the sun slowly rose in the east. Changan Street became lively as well. The cries of vendors and the swaggering of fortune-tellers filled the air