Looking at Qinghu, who seemed to be reminiscing his past, Lin Mengya finally swallowed back the question on the tip of her tongue.

She reached out to gently hold Qinghu's hand, and the two of them shuttled back and forth at will in the crowd.

In the distance, Lin Mengya could smell the tempting scent of chicken soup that had been stewed for a long time.

The wonton stall was small with only three simple tables.

Qinghu directly took ...