Shasha
The tree leaves swirled down from the sky.
Sheet after sheet, like raindrops, like snowflakes, they landed on the ground, growing thicker and denser.
"Today, I'll see where you can run to!"
In the woods, a black-clad woman with a covered face brandished her knife, slashing repeatedly at a dirty-looking boy in front of her.
Her knife technique was sharp and disciplined, exuding an air of nobility, but she just couldn't manage to really hit the boy in front who slipped away like an eel, no matter how hard she tried.
"I have no grudges against you. Miss Ye, you've pursued me so many times. Last time, I almost got killed by someone under the influence of Flower Drink, and you ended up seriously injured, spitting blood yourself," the boy shouted loudly. "What's the point of all this, Miss Ye? The weather is so nice. We hit it off at first sight, why not sit down for a drink and chat about poetry? Wouldn't that be better?"
Tch!
