C335 Meet me

I stopped.

The old woman, who was carrying a red cloth bag, stopped in her tracks as well.

The red pouch was very long, over ten meters long. It swayed in the wind and dragged on the ground.

The old woman was looking at me.

I was looking at her, too.

The distance between the two of them was not more than ten meters.

"Why are you running?" The old woman scolded with a stern face