"S-sorry, sir and madam, do you know where Hilda Alley is?" A lost old woman opened her eyes wide and stared at the two before her, her eyes hopeful. She wore an old head scarf, with messy white hair peeking out from under it. She looked very old, her pallor like tallow. There was a small parcel in her arms. It seemed that she had been lost for a long time. She wandered and paced around the square, but a passerby had thought she was a beggar and shooed her away.
Her lips trembled, but she did not know what to say. She stammered out, "Please help me. I've been looking for the whole day."
"I don't know. Go find it yourself." The little girl rolled her eyes and waved the woman away. "I'm busy."
"Bai Xi." Ye Qingxuan raised his voice, his eyes becoming stern. "Be polite."
Under his stare, Bai Xi's annoyed expression faltered. Finally, it became helplessness, and she grudgingly pointed at a random direction, "There."
