The pitter-patter of rain sounded outside the window.
A cold wind silently blew in, raising the layer of white gauze and blocking the creaking wooden door before her.
Thinking of Mious's demeanor when he left, Wen Shu felt a twinge of heartache. She indeed hadn't expected that Mious would like her.
Nor did she expect that he would be so sad.
However...
She took a deep breath, her gaze looking out the rainy window.
Her intuition told her that nightmare was a warning.
If she wanted to survive, the most effective method she could think of was to sever all conditions for the plot to unfold.
The rain lasted all night.
Until morning, Su'en City was still shrouded in a hazy white fog.
Wen Shu picked up the beast skin bag, walked down the stairs, and found Nan making breakfast in the somewhat dim living room, fiddling with utensils.
Julius had appeared at some unknown time, exhausted under his eyes, sitting at the table, eagerly gazing at the steaming food.
