Winter in Delta is bitterly cold.
Every year around this time, more than half of the street vendors lining both sides of the road vanish.
Compared to usual days, the streets become noticeably quieter.
In the bustling center of the City, there's an underground trading market. It spans a considerable area and is said to be the largest black market in Delta.
Inside the smoky, chaotic market, the air is filled with uproar.
The drifting haze gathers in the hall, cloaking the ceiling in a dense fog.
The people who come here to trade are mostly men. They hold cigarettes between their teeth, loudly interacting with sellers.
When two ugly-faced women passed by, their reaction was to take half a step back and blatantly curse under their breath.
Ruan Yuan gave them a brief, indifferent glance.
This time, she didn't bother going out of her way to provoke anyone. She hooked her arm around the young woman's and kept moving forward.
