Translator: Aran

  In the split second of the wind rising, the old man, who kept his head low and sweeping the floor, waved the broom in his hands about.

  It really was him?

  Ye Qingyu had no idea at all.

  As though he sensed Ye Qingyu’s surprise, old man Su who had been keeping his head down and sweeping, suddenly lifted his head and smiled at Ye Qingyu, showing his yellow teeth that were half gone. His skin was like dried longan, wrinkled and dried, and at first gl..