Asina, with her full and graceful figure, walked towards the palace against the night breeze, her body seemingly becoming particularly sensitive.
Mist covered her chestnut-colored large eyes. As the night wind blew, she shivered uncontrollably, her legs felt soft, and even seemed to lack the strength to move properly.
Her pale fingers grasped the streetlight pole next to her; she needed to rest for a moment.
Life in the Noble District was indeed very luxurious, and the pest control was done extremely well, such that even under the streetlights on a summer night, few insects were seen.
Asina gasped, trying to suppress the images that kept surfacing in her mind. Was that man a beast?
Asina did not doubt what she had seen and heard. What others told her could be lies, but what she overheard was very likely to be true.
