The evening breeze rustled through the treetops with a soft rustling sound. Since the city was located in a high-latitude region, the trees growing within Losterling were mostly cold-resistant, insect-resistant ginkgo trees. At this time of year, only a few yellow leaves remain on the branches; most had already fallen to the ground, waiting only for spring to return next year.
Just moments ago, they had walked along the street, their heels and shoes stepping on the dry, yellow leaves. Occasionally, a few leaves landed beside Lyra's shoes, adding a unique touch of color between the pure black leather and the smooth, snow-white silk.
Inhaling the faint fragrance in the air, and having received Elise's confirmation that no one was around, Astrid slightly leaned forward. Her fingers moved down, tugging at the back strap of her high heels, revealing a delicate heel as smooth and rich as chocolate.
