Rain. Drip. Drop.
The young woman rushed along the streets of the city accompanied by several others like her as they hurried along. Although the night was young, she was eager to get back to her apartment and avoid what seemed to be an incoming rain. Once again her phone failed to give her any particular news about this occurrence but as she gazed up at the sky that was already dark, darker clouds gathered above them.
A chilly breeze blew around her that sent shivers down her spine as she ran along.
Until finally she reached the familiar building that had been her home for the past year. It was both nostalgic and also new. There was no Han Jing making a silly remark as she reached the porch steps while she was drenched from head to bottom—instead they were out making agreements and deals with practically strangers.
It seemed like they were changing far too quickly than she was used to.
