At this moment, Su Yiren heard the rumble of footsteps coming from afar. The sound was stable and not rushed. It resembled the sound of a prince leisurely strolling in his garden.
Su Yiren immediately became nervous.
From the footsteps, Su Yiren knew that more than one person was approaching.
It was already a struggle for her to fend off one person, much less multiple people.
She sighed to herself and stood up without picking up the dagger.
Su Yiren lowered her head. Instead of looking ahead, she quietly stared at her feet.
Perhaps after my death, I'll turn into a pile of dirt like the ground like the Dark Federation.
When Su Yiren reached a breaking point and decided to free herself in death, a pair of shoes with clouds embroidered on them entered her vision.
This pair of white shoes stunned Su Yiren because such shoes should never appear in the slums.
