Keira Leaf's eye sockets were somewhat moist, her eyes round and unblinking, fearing that this scene was just her own illusion, and in a blink, the woman in front of her would disappear.
The vegetable basket was a bit heavy, pressing on Keira Leaf's arm until it felt slightly numb, but she didn't notice at all. Instead, she gently took a step forward, walking toward the woman.
After inspecting a few turnips, the woman picked out some sweet potatoes and kidney beans, her movements skillful, effortlessly discerning the quality of the vegetables.
Keira Leaf's footsteps were light and slow, as if afraid to disturb anything.
Pedestrians brushed past her, snapping her out of her reverie. She looked back, a little dazed, and when she raised her head again, her gaze immediately fell on the baby stroller by the woman's side.
The distance was a bit far, so she couldn't clearly see the child inside the stroller. But was she really Alice Smith? If so, then whose child was that…
