After Han Wushuang had left, the old woman stepped forward to thank Zhen Wan, trying to press a copper coin into her hand.
Zhen Wan declined, muttered a polite farewell, and was just about to turn away when the woman caught her sleeve.
"Is something wrong, ma'am?" Zhen Wan asked, looking at the woman's gnarled, withered hand—a hand marked by years of hardship and toil.
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