Chapter 685 Clowns Jumping Around, Nothing To Fear
- Mrs. Lazzari stared out at the dead-silent night and let out a soft sigh.
- She was clutching the brocade pouch the saint had left behind. The tiny line of words—“seeking him among the crowd time and again”—deepened the worry between her brows as she sank into thought.
- “Sister-in-law, it’s this late and you’re still up?”