C167 Gold Is like Dust It Can be Waved for Ten Years
A familiar voice rose from nearby as the night market stall owner briskly wiped down the bamboo table where we were seated with a clean cloth. He was a hardworking middle-aged man, but upon lifting his gaze to the newcomer, he froze, his hand clutching the cloth motionless on the tabletop.
Ye Chuxue had first arrived in Chang'an on a rainy day
