From the moment she returned home all the way until the beginning of November of the lunar calendar, An Xiaoning knew that she was constantly being shadowed whenever she left the house.
She was also well aware of who was behind the act.
However, she would not be bothered by it as long as it did not get in her way.
She would avoid wearing the mask whenever she wanted them to follow her and wear it when she did not want to be shadowed.
She had a lot of freedom to switch between the two.
She wanted to go out for a walk tonight. Thus, she put on the mask and began strolling on the sidewalk in a carefree manner.
There was a gentle breeze in the chilly air, which was piercingly cold.
An Xiaoning was dressed in a casual attire paired with a small red bag draped over her shoulders. It began snowing all of a sudden while she was walking.
Although the flakes of snow were tiny, she could feel every bit of it on her face.
