When Bertha Swift and Adam Piers left the police station, the sky was already slightly cool.
The morning in Swallow City in June was breezy, without the midday heat. The small stalls beside the station were already set up, filled with the warmth of everyday life.
Bertha Swift rarely saw such scenes. Watching the vendor open the steamer, she subconsciously pressed her lips together. Adam Piers noticed, "Want to eat?"
"Yeah." Bertha Swift nodded her head.
Adam Piers, born in the purple, had always been particular about food and had never eaten from a morning stall. Seeing Bertha's longing, he let go of his airs and took Bertha's hand, ordering a basket of soup dumplings and two bowls of almond porridge from the vendor.
They sat on the morning stall at six o'clock, having a warm breakfast face to face.
