The sun was setting in the west, and the twilight was vast.
The bustling market during the day became silent, with vendors starting to pack up tables and chairs, while some beggars roamed various places to beg.
Jiang Yuebai saw them and thought of her past self, hoping daily that when the market closed, some kindhearted vendors would give her unsold food.
Of course, the prerequisite was that she spoke some nice words.
Jiang Yuebai stood nearby and observed that in Yong'an City, all the beggars were elderly, unlike before when there were also some young orphans.
"Kind-hearted lady, spare a couple of coins."
A dirty old beggar held out a chipped porcelain bowl to her, but Jiang Yuebai had no money in her pocket and turned away.
After running away and looking back, she saw that the old beggar was still staring at her, feeling embarrassed, she ducked into a nearby alley.
The old beggar seemed quite sturdy and well, why must he resort to begging?
