In a field in the northern suburbs of the city, Xi Xiaye was dressed in a black windbreaker as she stood on the side of the field. Both her hands leaned onto the ice-cold railing before her while she looked up at the distant horizon. The sky was blanketed in mist and the cold breeze was incessant. With the dark clouds hovering, it looked like it was going to rain soon.
Quite a while after that, she retrieved her gaze and looked down at the field at the bottom of the hill which was currently filled with vigor and vitality.
The rustling cold wind blew her beautiful hair as the corner of her clothes swayed in the wind. There was a beautiful curve carved on her face.
It was not sure how long had passed when she heard the sound of a car approaching behind her. Indifferently, she then turned around to look toward the sound.
A black car greeted her sight.
