There was a maroon fruit, somewhat akin to a cherry tomato, its peel already shriveled. I didn't know whether it was naturally like this or had dried up later on.If it had dried up later, selling such a product to customers would be rather immoral. Almost all the vendors were selling this type of fruit. Gu Mian even walked forward, picked up a few to examine them. There was nothing special. No characteristics that would make them poisonous upon contact…
The wind never ceased, making the corners of the vendors' stall cloths flutter. A few fruits rolled into the middle of the road, carried by the wind. A vendor, head down, stretched out his hand, woodenly smoothed the tattered cloth of his stall, and continued to stare fixedly at the ground. The few lone fruits remained lying in the middle of the street, ignored by everyone.
