Li Yang had a dream.
He dreamed of Su Manman's Jinmu Cafe.
In the seat by the window, sat a young man.
The young man was slender, wearing a black hoodie and sweatpants, looking like a sunny big boy.
Li Yang felt he looked familiar, wanting to see who he really was.
At this moment, a warm big hand rested on his shoulder.
Li Yang turned around and saw a rather plump, white-robe-wearing, kindly looking old monk.
The old monk clasped his hands:
"Amitabha, Benefactor should not look at him."
Li Yang frowned:
"Who is he? And who are you?"
The old monk wore a mysterious smile like an enlightened monk:
"That's not important; what's important is, who are you?"
Black flames burned in Li Yang's eyes, expressionless, he said:
"If you keep pretending, I'll definitely kill you."
The old monk was stumped and pondered for a moment:
"Benefactor, I know your identity, the source of all evil."
Li Yang sneered:
"Source of all evil?
Have I done terrible, wicked things?"
