Meet
"Are you an immortal?"
A crisp voice sounded.
Yan Ruyu looked down and saw a little girl in ragged clothes standing in front of him.
He had not replied.
The little girl's expression changed. She took out a few dried raisins from the painting and passed them to him with incomparable heartache. "Are you going to eat purple buns?"
Purple ball?
Yan Ruyu was shocked.
His thoughts seemed to have returned to hundreds of years ago.
That woman would always call a grape a purple ball.
Seeing the look of anticipation in the child's eyes, Yan Ruyu uncontrollably picked up the raisin and put it in his mouth.
In addition to the sweetness of the raisins, there was also a hint of sourness.
Looking at the man in front of her who was like a celestial being eating the purple ball, the little girl's face was brimming with a brilliant smile.