Song Kexin found the voice somewhat familiar and turned around in surprise.
Song Shijun and Xie Ning turned to look along with her. A tall, thin woman was squeezing her way out from the mouth of an alley leading to the small goods market where daily necessities were sold.
She was carrying several beautifully wrapped bags and had short hair, with a few streaks of white at her temples.
Her face was haggard.
The dress she wore was washed-out and had almost completely faded, but she still tried to maintain a sliver of her pre-apocalyptic dignity.
Both Xie Ning and Song Shijun found the woman completely unfamiliar, unable to recall who she might be.
Song Kexin's expression changed drastically, however. She subconsciously clenched her fists and squeezed closer to Xie Ning.
"Song Kexin, is that really you?" A young girl emerged from behind the short-haired woman, her gaze flickering as she sized up Song Kexin, Xie Ning, and Song Shijun.
