The dust from the flea market was so choking that Aokan coughed.
He was just passing by, but he stumbled over the broken scroll in the corner. The painting scroll rolled out, and half of the faded silk cloth was spread out on the ground - it was a landscape, the ink was so pale that it was almost invisible, only a little silver light on the mountainside was still faintly shining.
"Fifty." The stall owner didn't even raise his head.
"This is all rotten." Ao Kanyin squatted down.
"Do you want love?"
He took out the money by mistake.
It was late at night when I got home. Ao Kanyin spread the painting on the table and looked at it carefully by the lamp. That bit of silver light actually flowed slightly like a living thing in the dim light. He reached out and touched -
The moment my fingertips touched it, a cold tingling sensation rushed up!
Not a tingling sensation on the skin. Something sleeping in the bones and blood was awakened. Ao Kanyin suddenly retracted his hand, but a faint silver glow appeared on his palm, and it disappeared in an instant.
