Having created the scene, Shangguan Ning walked out of the door without looking back. There was nothing in this place that was worth staying back for.
The young guard at the compound gave her a confused look, seeing that she was out so quickly.
Shangguan Ning wasn't in the mood to care about how suspiciously the guard looked at her. She was swallowed by the chill and fatigue.
Water was still dripping from both her cheeks. Her hair was unkempt and she looked a mess.
The northern wind swooshed by, with the fallen leaves bringing with it, a moment of bone-piercing chill.
Shangguan Ning walked down the stairs, step by step. She felt that all of her energy had been sucked out within one moment. The tiny hope in the deepest corner of her heart had turned into despair.
She still had many bruises over her body and the wound on her head also hurt. The pain tired her out and she slipped. She started falling off from the high stairs.
