It was raining, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the road.
The carriage from the Prince Mansion swayed gently, slowly heading towards the refugee shelter in Queer Alley.
Murong Jiu, having not rested well the previous night, felt drowsy upon entering the carriage.
Chun Tao moved closer "Miss, rest your head on my shoulder and sleep for a while, we still have some distance before reaching the refugee shelter."
"Alright."
She slept soundly this time, without the turmoil of chaotic dreams.
When Chun Tao gently woke her, the carriage had already been stopped at the entrance of the refugee shelter for quite some time.
As she opened her eyes, Chun Tao quickly wetted a handkerchief with water for her to press against her eyes to freshen up.
"Why are you cutting in line? It's our turn now! The steamed buns are ours!"
A middle-aged man's indignant voice rang out nearby as Murong Jiu removed the handkerchief and lifted the curtain of the carriage.
