Shen Qingqiu hadn't gotten a look at the woman's face before he got in line behind her, although he'd taken note of her cane. Perhaps that should have made him more circumspect, but as he stands there, the back of her head front and center in his field of vision, he can't help but notice the scars on her soul and let out a tired sigh.

"God," he mutters under his breath. "Not another one."