Chapter 27 - 15: Heading to White City (3)
White walls adorned with fresh green vines, with brown roots faintly visible through gaps in the leaves.
Under the sunlight, a flock of white pigeons flew overhead.
The bustling street was teeming with people. There were vendors shouting their wares, passing travelers, and merchants from far away.
A blacksmith was hammering away at the edge of the street, producing a rhythmic ding-dong sound.
A clown was juggling small balls by the roadside, drawing applause and cheers.
Tall camel humps appeared like islands in a sea of people, incredibly fascinating.
The so-called White City was not as aloof as its name suggested. On the contrary, it radiated vitality everywhere.
Looking up, Gray could see clothes hanging on balconies on both sides of the street, some freshly hung and still dripping with water. *A young lady held a stick, continuously beating the sheets,* while *a girl stretched her neck to look down from the balcony.*
*A child was playing with a ball on the balcony*; the ball missed its mark and fell towards Pas, who caught it swiftly and tossed it back.
"Thank you!" The child hugged the ball and happily exclaimed to Pas.
At the corner of the street, a stage was set up, with several actors cheerfully performing a new play, drawing laughter from the gathered audience.