Su Ye turned her head and glanced over.
She saw a woman in gray clothes emerge, carrying two buckets of filthy water.
She staggered, looking as if she might fall at any moment.
There was some distance between them.
Especially since it was nighttime, the woman was turned to the side, making it impossible to see her face clearly.
But Su Ye's gaze fell upon the woman and didn't move.
She stared for a moment, then lifted her foot and gave it a slight shake.
TINKLE TINKLE. The black bells tied to her ankle chimed.
CRASH! As if she could no longer hold them steady, the two buckets in the woman's hands fell to the ground.
The woman's body went rigid. She didn't dare to move a muscle.
Su Ye watched her quietly, her expression unreadable.
After a long moment, she spoke.
"Lin Moyu. What a coincidence."
Hearing Su Ye's voice, the woman trembled.
Slowly, like an old woman, she hunched over and turned her head to look at Su Ye.
