Even when he walked out of the door, he did not hear anyone ask him to stay. Xuanyuan Ce silently looked up at the sky and felt inexplicably sad.
He gasped in pain. When he touched the swollen bump on the back of his head, he chuckled.
"Ah Luo, you haven't changed at all."
After muttering to himself, he untied the rope and was about to get on the horse when he saw a familiar figure standing at the entrance of the alley from the corner of his eye.
It was the middle-aged man who had just come out, but that familiarity was not because of the hurried glance he had just seen.
Xuanyuan Ce felt that he had seen this back view somewhere before, but his head was buzzing and he could not remember.
The man faced the alley with his back to the main road, his body trembling.
Xuanyuan Ce led the horse over and reached out to pat his shoulder so that he could turn around and look at the front.
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man suddenly vomited.
