Feng Ling's face turned red.
These things were her important possessions, selling them would kill someone.
She dared not sell them recklessly.
At that moment, another elderly gentleman in a suit and tie caught the stench emanating from her and his face lit up with ecstasy, "Haha, I've found her, I've found her! You there! What's your name, girl?"
Feng Ling felt a surge of nervousness upon seeing the old man.
It was an instinctive wariness.
New to this unfamiliar world, she knew nothing about it, and even the bustling crowds didn't provide her with a sufficient sense of security.
The world where she was born...
also had vast crowds.
But oftentimes, crowds weren't as one might imagine... The expressions and demeanors of the people were similar, giving off a mechanical and rigid appearance. If one blended into the crowd, they might unknowingly become assimilated.
