Domon's Poison

Cloudy and slightly cold. The sky in August should have been sunny. But today, it was unexpectedly gloomy. Du Yanxi was walking on the street carrying several cups of soy milk. The narrow aisles are lined with premature shops. The noisy shouts seemed to dispel the depression caused by the cloudy sky. Du Yanxi felt inexplicably warm and her steps became lighter. Protecting the soy milk in her hand, Du Yanxi nimbly weaved through the crowd and came to the window of a steamed bun shop. "Aunt Zhou, four cages of steamed buns. I will bring this cage to you in a moment." "Girl...