The young woman pulling her child looked up and down at Feng Yi, judging from his plain clothes, he didn't seem wealthy. She said, "Young man, you're dressed poorly, you must be a newcomer, right?"
"Indeed, I just arrived today."
The young woman nodded...
As everyone knows, those living in the refugee camps are undocumented, commonly referred to as the Black People. The area around the Wind Thunder Military Academy is a bustling commercial hub, full of people, and without exception, those who find themselves here are individuals who have fallen on hard times.
She easily inferred Feng Yi's situation and asked, "What brings you here, young man? Are you looking for someone or... of course, I don't mean to pry."
"Just looking for a place to stay."
"I see, you must have had a rough time. Life is hard in the Shadow District with the biting cold. The nearest inn from here is also dozens of kilometers away. If you don't mind, you can stay at my place for a while."
