He stepped into the bustling crowd, subconsciously avoiding the vendors on the street targeting young couples with flowers and small gifts. Zhao Douan slipped his hand into his down jacket and suddenly felt something hard.
He was startled, took out his phone from his pocket, and his face became quite a sight as he muttered,
"So real... Such a vast amount of memory, are you sure you can handle it?"
Blinking, he suddenly slapped his forehead and strode through the crowd into a nearby snack street decorated in an ancient style that existed in his memories.
Scan code, make payment.
Before long, Zhao Douan was already carrying several snacks, and he even took the time to try his luck at an automatic lottery machine – no win!
"Consider it charity," Zhao Douan walked on the winter pedestrian street, skewering a box of takoyaki with a toothpick, savoring the real changes on his taste buds, he even found himself hoping that the Demon Path would last a little longer.
