The little beggar, after finishing the steamed buns, didn't return to the broken temple outside the suburbs but sat quietly at the base of the wall by the back door of Qin's Steamed Bun Shop.
Time did not slow down.
Qin Huai thought a critical plot point had arrived, so he phased through the wall into the backyard to see what was happening in the courtyard. He only saw busy people. The yard was decorated with a lot of red paper, looking festive, but that was all. It wasn't like in the TV dramas, where everything was flamboyantly decorated with red silk everywhere.
