Crisis (1)
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The temperature dipped very low at night. Even with a skintight garment on and an additional windbreaker, it was not enough to withstand the cold night breeze.
The streetlights were dim, and the shadows on the ground appeared long.
A cold breeze came and rustled the yellow leaves that fell all over the ground until they danced gently.
Dongfang Liuyun wore a long black windbreaker. With her hands kept in those thin pockets, she slowly walked along the street engulfed with cool winds from every direction. The clear and rhythmic sound of her high heels against the clean floor could be heard.
Right now, the late night street was actually quite quiet. The liveliest time had passed, and soon the Lantern Festival would be over with the next morning about to arrive.