A Delicate Ger

As they left the Central bookstore, Xu Feng, hand in hand with Xuan Yang, glanced back and couldn't help but notice the ongoing dynamic between Erlang, lagging behind with a bundle of books and other purchases Xu Feng had made, and the still seething Xuan Jian, who followed behind him. 

The daylight was waning in Yilin town, casting elongated shadows on the cobblestone streets as they moved forward.

The scene at the bookstore had without a doubt been a spectacle, with drama unfolding in the middle of the store, likely causing confusion and gossip among the onlookers. Yet, none of that seemed to faze Xu Feng at this point. 

The entire day had seen him made a spectacle of, and he was more concerned about resolving the tension that now hung in the air. The gossip spreading in Yilin town was already beyond his control.