Chapter 47

d her fingers to her earlobe.Song Lin walked to the table and glanced at the bowl of xiaolongbao in front of him. The broth was clear, the little dumplings were plump, and the shrimp and seaweed float...are all farmers from the large village of Kordu, wearing short shirts that are either black, gray, or brown.The young man with black hair, called Lu Mian, propped himself up on the bar with both hands...