"After I leave, if you have the time, look after them a little. I'll repay you someday. Also, my younger brother seems to have gotten himself into a bit of trouble—take care of it while you're at it."
Lin Miao had left behind only that one sentence before departing.
Watching the other man's figure vanish from sight, a faint smile appeared on the sallow-faced man's face.
"Rare indeed. The first time he's asked me for help. For the sake of our past friendship, if I happen to run into it, I'll reluctantly lend a hand."
As he muttered under his breath, he realized that not a single meat bun remained on the table.
"..."
He found himself somewhat speechless and could only turn his gaze toward the shopkeeper.
"Boss, bring another steamer of buns."
"Alright, sir. Please wait a moment."
The buns arrived quickly. He ate them slowly and carefully; judging from his movements, he did not seem like a rough brute at all.
As he ate, his gaze had already settled on two figures in plain clothes on the long street.
"This..."
Inside the room, Lin Sheng stared at the battered wooden box before him, his eyes wide and his face filled with shock.
The broken wooden box in front of him was caked with dirt, and parts of it were even chipped away. If this thing were tossed onto the street, no one would spare it a second glance.
Yet inside the battered wooden box lay a piece of green silk.
The silk felt exceedingly delicate, like a woman's skin, and it gave off a faint fragrance, similar to the smell of mothballs from his previous life. At a glance, its value was clearly anything but low.
But what had truly caused him to lose his composure