The wind and rain were like gloom, the night like a curtain. The trickling water flows as it pleases in the grooves of the stone slab road, the flickering streetlights sparkle in the high air, and the thin figure walking alone on the sidewalk seems to be blown away by wind and rain the next moment.
Nothing will accompany you forever, not even the stars on a rainy night.
The long knight boots stepped onto the worn-out stone slab, splashing a circle of dirty water and staining the hem of the double-waist belt skirt. But Nia didn't care anymore; her branded clothes were completely soaked, even her socks were submerged in water, her hair sticking messily to her cheeks, as wretched as a fugitive.
She had gone through countless worse situations than this in the past, even able to adapt to sewers, but now Nia actually felt a bit uncomfortable. The wet underwear felt unpleasant, the water-soaked socks felt heavy, and tonight's wind was chilling her body.
