Instantaneously, an exuberant current of wind blew by dynamically. Lifting Flower's silky black hairs, making them hover with meticulosity behind the back of her head. And in an instant, goosebumps shadowed her pallid skin thoroughly.
Flower felt the wind, she knew that such wind wasn't produced by nature. She also knew perfectly that she had sensed such passionate and chilled gust of wind before. It made Flower feel quite subconscious, her mind felt empty of any sort of thoughts. The wind reminded her a lot about Anthony, and it also reminded her a lot about how she really wanted him to be there for her, and there to save her from this hell.
But Flower was reluctant in acknowledging the passionate, icy gusts of wind. She was just too fatigued to acknowledge anything, she was still emerged by the assumption that it's just an ordinary wind.
