Magong Tong still needed to buy some incense for the festival. After seeing off the white cat, she bowed deeply to Beichuan Si, said a few words of thanks, and left.
But before she left, she looked at Beichuan Si with some timid nervousness.
Because Beichuan Si had a stern face, giving no clue of his mood, Magong Tong thought she might have said something offensive to him, so she kept sneaking glances at his face as she left.
This small action, of course, did not escape Beichuan Si's notice.
After Magong Tong left, Beichuan Si curiously touched his own face, took out his phone to check the camera, and, finding nothing peculiar stuck to him, shook his head slightly, not understanding.
Winter evenings always seemed to come quickly; it was only half past six in the afternoon, but the sky was already turning a shade of indigo, and the surroundings gradually darkened.