The night was as dark as ink, and there was no one else in Spring Rain Pavilion. The man who swept the floor left quietly, and no one noticed.
After roughly identifying the location, a smile appeared on the man's burnt face. Even though the smile on his face was terrifying, it was obvious that the man was very happy.
The night wind blew, accompanied by a voice, causing the sweeping man who was about to leave to pause for a moment.
"Didn't we agree not to care? You still have to go."
The woman in red slowly walked out from behind the man who was sweeping the floor. Although she looked charming, her eyes were filled with sorrow.
When the woman in red appeared, the sweeping man stopped and turned around stiffly. His grip on the broom tightened.
The cold wind blew in between the two of them, blowing the corner of the woman's clothes. The woman's expression became more and more resentful.
