The woman slightly furrowed her brows and halted.
Her gaze swept over Florecia and her maid, looking at Luo Xi who they were protecting behind them.
The boy's appearance was so pretty it was unreal—if his hair were a bit longer, and his clothes changed to a dress, one could hardly tell he was a boy.
But why did this child's gaze feel somewhat off when he looked at her?
It was as if he had seen her before.
"Who are you?" Florecia called out again, her voice stern.
"I am the same as you."
The woman smiled faintly, pulled out a hard biscuit from behind her, swung it before them, and said, "Just a homeless soul, forced to bed under the stars on these wild plains with the coming of the new year, or should I say, a traveler, which is why I asked you if you too were travelers."
"Travelers?"
Florecia slightly lowered her guard and muttered, "We're not homeless; we're an adventure group touring the continent."
Though indeed they couldn't really return home.