But she seemed to be oblivious to the chill of the cold rain, stepping into the puddles one step at a time.
After walking just a few steps, the heavy rain soaked her clothes and hair.
Rain fell on her lips, tasteless, icy cold.
Very soon, the thin sweater clung to her body, yet she barely felt it, her eyes remaining calmly unperturbed.
She hadn't been so capricious in a long time; from childhood, Joan Harry was the well-behaved girl in the eyes of parents, teachers, and classmates—never doing anything rebellious.
The few times she got caught in the rain were during her rebellious teenage years, but even then, she didn't dare act too recklessly.
This time was the most rebellious of all.
She seemed to disregard her own body, walking very slowly, step by step toward the hospital entrance.
The medicine had not yet been taken.
She knew that if she stayed in the rain for a few more minutes, she wouldn't need to take the medicine; she definitely wouldn't be able to keep the child.
