That day, all of the base's relocation activities were suspended.
After the torrential rain that morning, everyone gathered at the entrance of Game 21, waiting for the ten players to enter.
Or rather, ten warriors.
The puddles on the ground were reflecting the azure sky, like countless mirrors, clear and bright. The wheelchair rolled through them, creating ripples and infusing them with new colours.
Black was the colour of her hair, white was her long skirt, and dark grey was the blanket draped over her. Her light ink-colored pupils were dyed a hint of sky blue, exuding a piercing coldness despite their clarity.
She was clearly a languid and coquettish girl, yet somehow, she gave off a cold and gloomy aura.
Shen Mo slowly pushed Bai Youwei forward.
Countless eyes landed on her.
There was surprise, confusion, admiration, alertness, and probing, but no disdain whatsoever.
No one dared to underestimate her.
