The carriage did not move for a long time. Gu Yundong lifted the curtain and looked outside. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Xue Rong pointed ahead and said, "Someone fell out. There should be a lot of people and she was squeezed out."
After saying that, the people who had been squeezing around hurriedly stood far away, as if they were afraid that this person would cling to them.
Gu Yundong looked at the person. She looked like a thin woman. Her hair was messy, and her clothes were very tattered. The weather was already a little cold, but her clothes were still very thin. They hung loosely on her body, making her look like a refugee when Gu Yundong entered the city last year.
More importantly, Gu Yundong saw some scars on her thin arms.
She held an old bag in her hand and squatted on the ground to pick up the wooden carvings scattered nearby.
