If they had a bowl of clean water back then, how wonderful would that have been. Then, she wouldn't have ended up all alone…
It truly was exceptionally tough to survive in a hopeless situation.
One's mentality would also gradually contort after helplessly watching their teammates die one after another.
She still remembered.
The month of May should have been the time when flowers were in full bloom. However, because vegetation had been destroyed on a large scale, the plants had all withered, as if it was the coldest winter month.
Amongst the falling withered and yellow leaves, she could clearly see an 18-year-old neatly-dressed black-clothed youth walking over with a long sword on his back.
He had handsome and prominent features, but his pair of eyes were like a bleak desert, not making much of an expression towards anything or anyone.
