"——I like you, brother."
*
Song Yutang picked up the copper coin from the ground, blew on it lightly, and placed it in her palm for a closer look.
"What… is there even anything worth looking at here?"
Standing next to her, Jiang Yunmei wore a peculiar expression.
On the anniversary street, the paper-manned paper horse cart was undoubtedly the most eye-catching display. Inside the windows, bronze puppets tossed copper coins to passersby—a scene simultaneously festive and eerie.
Song Yutang calmly pocketed the copper coin.
"Take it back as a souvenir."
"You're seriously treating this like a vacation…"
Jiang Yunmei sighed, perplexed by the girl's composure.
...
They were currently far from the central area of the Ghost Market, approaching the vicinity of the underground lake.
