Lin Wanzhou was wearing a mask, following on his right side.
Xu Qingyan, also donning the same mask, mingled among the crowd. It wasn't that he was afraid of being recognized, but rather that the human hustle and bustle of this street market was too damn suffocating.
For some reason, more and more people were entering the night market at the entrance. Perhaps because it was getting late, the staff over there took breaks or went to the toilet.
As a result, there seemed to be no one managing that area, and the crowds that had entered earlier were still debating what to eat at the stalls, while the new wave of visitors, hungry and eager, squeezed their way in.
When people are hungry, they don't just crowd around; they could even finish off the leaves on the trees. The light show itself was rather boring, but it drained energy, slowly pulling visitors from that area.
As more people poured in, for safety's sake,