Lu Jingzhi squinted and glanced at the beggar-like person, immediately determining that she was a young girl.
Of course, by her standards.
But it was not considered young in this era.
She was about the same height as Lu Jingzhi.
There was brown mud on her small face, dirty and grimy, leaving only her pair of eyes visible and clear.
Fear and panic were etched across her face.
Lu Jingzhi was about to say something else but suddenly stopped. "Before stealing something, you should be prepared to be caught. Are you... hungry?"
The young beggar was slow to react, taking a long time to respond, only shedding tears and shaking her head;
Trying earnestly to pull back her captured wrist.
But her strength couldn't even match the ease at which Lu Jingzhi grabbed her; Lu Jingzhi's eyebrows didn't even furrow.
What she originally wanted to say was not that sentence.
But she changed the subject abruptly.
She knew this person.
But the girl did not recognize her.
