In the organization, Arianne was a legend, a chameleon, a green ghost no one could surpass.
The morning market started early in Little Town. Before dawn, vendors had already set up their stalls full of vegetables, seafood, and various goods that dazzled the eyes.
There were also breakfast vendors by the roadside. People from the surrounding villages came for the morning market, taking advantage of the break of dawn to enjoy a bowl of steaming rice noodles that would dispel the morning chill.
Around six o'clock, The Fat Chef's shop door opened, and a young lady in white clothes slowly walked out.
An old granny with a basket was passing by. What was initially a casual glance turned into a gasp of surprise when she saw the young lady.
"Have my old eyes gone blurry?"
The young lady appeared to walk on lotus petals. In the faintly blue dawn, she brushed away the chill, a gentle warmth radiating from her.
