Second Thoughts

It was past evening, and the sun was about to set.

Homeless and poor people were getting ready and rushing to a certain place with bowls and glasses in their hands.

They all lined up to the table where the food was served.

There were dozens of tables serving melted rice and hundreds of homeless people eagerly waiting for their turn to come.

Among them, there was a woman in a cloak wearing a blue dress, Azure eyes, and black hair.

She was wearing a bracelet in her hand and a pendant on her neck.

She carefully glanced around as though she was hiding from something or someone.

However, just like those homeless people, she was also waiting for her turn to come.

When her turn came, she didn't have a bowl or glass with her. But there were extra glasses on the tables.

"Where is your vessel?" the soldier asked.

"I don't have one, so please let me borrow one of the glasses from the table," the woman replied.