The carriage was passing through Wuben Square.
As the curtain fluttered, Tang Xiaobai saw someone standing under a tree by the roadside.
It was early summer, the shade of the trees growing dense, dappled leaf shadows covering half of his body. The person's raised right hand was exposed to the sunlight, and the object in his hand seemed to have threads intertwined with gold and silver, reflecting a blinding light.
Tang Xiaobai was attracted by that dazzling light and then clearly saw the object.
The carriage stopped in front of the man.
When she got off the carriage, the man raised his head, his gaze as gentle as a breeze under a bright moon.
Seeing that it was Tang Xiaobai and Li Mu, he was slightly surprised, then greeted them and casually slipped the item into his sleeve as he did so.
Tang Xiaobai nodded slightly, staring at his sleeve, asked, "Mr. Zhang, what were you holding just now?"
