The moment the name left his lips, Fu Sheng fell silent.
His eyes remained fixed on the woman as she stepped out of the crowd and walked away without looking back.
She wore a jade-colored hanfu, simple yet graceful, the fabric moving gently with each step. Her hair fell loosely down her back, and a small woven basket rested in her hand.
Fu Sheng did not move at first.
Shock held him in place.
"…What is she doing here?" he murmured under his breath.
There was no joy in his expression.
Only disbelief.
For a brief moment, he simply watched her, as if trying to confirm that she was real.
Then he moved.
His steps were slow and controlled as he followed her from behind, keeping enough distance so she would not notice him.
He did not call out to her.
He only watched.
She moved from one stall to another, her attention focused on the goods displayed before her.
Fu Sheng followed quietly, his gaze fixed on her back.
At one of the stalls, she stopped.
