People come and go.

White tea is making its way to the streets.

But this doesn't seem to be modern.

And the people around him looked, revealing a lifeless aura.

She was looking when a middle-aged woman grabbed her wrist.

"Come with me!"

The other party pulled her without refusal.

White tea was dragged forward.

"Let go of me! Who are you looking for? Bai Cha said when he heard his own voice.

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