Gently biting Fatty's arm, with her face tinged with a rosy blush, Nia recalled the scene of their first meeting two years ago, and her heart began to flutter.
At eighteen, when the dashing pilot's uniform tightly wrapped her graceful curves, she was so proud under the envious gazes of her companions. However, in New Rome, everything turned into endless fear. She realized that she was still a little girl in need of protection.
She and Meiduo were being escorted by a Gazalin soldier, stumbling along the way. She was well aware of the humiliation and terror awaiting them. At that moment, she was desperate, hoping that the silent and cold forest would never end, that the nightmare would never come.
