"How long?"
A deafening sound reverberated through the sky. Dark clouds were gathering and a streak of lightning flashed through the sky. The strong howl of wind whistles in the atmosphere.
In a desolate street, a group of people was moving forward with light steps. Every now and then, they will raise their head to the sky and shiver slightly.
"Half a kilometer ahead and to our left." A cold voice responded. She glanced at the person beside her and her eyelashes flickered. She had seen many men trying to get closer to her based on her beauty or background. But this young man didn't seem to care about that.
'Am I not beautiful anymore?' She thought in dismay.
She may be cold but she understands how beautiful she is. And no one was ever immune to her beauty. Even older men wanted to court her. If not for her background. She won't know where she may have found herself.
