Sarah's face turned pale and she ran. The white plastic bag was blown by the wind and spun behind Sarah.
Sarah's mind was blank. She only knew how to run forward. Her high heels had already fallen, and her hair, which had always been neat, had become a chicken coop. However, as the saying goes, when a person flies in front, their soul flies behind. Sarah was frightened out of her wits. As she ran, she let out terrified cries. Even the dogs that passed by were frightened by her.
Amelia leaned against the window of the pantry on the sixteenth floor and tilted her head to look at Sarah, who was running past in the distance. The construction site there had already been built, and the ground was flat. Around her were tall buildings under construction.
Amelia touched Seven's head and muttered to it, "Seven, the person below looks like Second Aunt."
Seven looked down and blinked. "Lunatic! Lunatic! Lunatic!"
