C335 You Didn't Waste Your Life

In the early morning light, as the sky began to brighten, a beggar in tattered clothes crouched in a quiet, elegant alley. His hair was unkempt, and a chipped porcelain bowl lay in front of him. The heavy morning dew had soaked his threadbare brown coat.

A few families lived in the alley, with the grandest house belonging to the Marquis Mansion. The beggar was stationed outside its gates