Out Of The Frying Pan, Into The Fire
編集者: EndlessFantasy Translation
The applause and cheers slowly receded when the red figure disappeared into Bliss. The crowd had thinned out and only a few people were left. Gripping tightly to the windowsill, Lin Sanjiu took a deep breath, the air so cold it chilled her blood.
"How do you feel?" The tavern owner's voice rang out like a piece of purple satin unfurling in front of her. "Congratulations. You finally saw Ms. Jezebel."
Lin Sanjiu did not reply.
Regardless of whether it was the owner, the guests in the tavern, or the crowd of posthumans in the street, everybody knew the woman in the red blouse was Jezebel. If she was Jezebel, then who was the black-haired woman in the pool?
Lin Sanjiu stared at the building for a long while, her brain a quagmire of confusion. The snow was now soiled by dirt and mud after getting trampled by the crowd. There was still a handful of people pacing back and forth in front of the entrance, hoping to see Jezebel again.