Autumn, a Rainy Night

As An Xiaotong looked at the glowing green text on the display, her gaze gradually hardened with resolve.

The justice she pursued in her heart would never waver. Whatever the outcome, she would keep going.

Someone had to stand up in this era. Even if she could change only a little, she would have no regrets.

To be safe, she sent Bai Ye a message.

Although Bai Ye dreaming of her death was absurd, she could not stay home doing nothing over a dream and let the Slave-Catching Company wreak havoc on ordinary people. Who knew how many innocent people would die if this continued?

Still, she did not want Bai Ye to worry, so she asked him first.

[I've found traces of the Slave-Catching Company. Can I go investigate? Besides, it hasn't rained today.]

Beep, beep.

Text soon appeared on the display.

[Sure.]

Seeing that Bai Ye had replied with only a single word and said nothing about his birthday, her eyes dimmed.

She took a deep breath and quickly composed herself, changed into black clothes, put on a hat and mask, and opened the front door.

Outside, the setting sun had already sunk between the buildings, its last traces of orange-red light gently spilling across the ground.

The wind swept past the hem of her clothes, blowing the last strand of warm light from the tips of her hair.

She walked into the deepening dusk, her silhouette gradually receding through the patchwork of light and shadow.

Suddenly, An Xiaotong stopped short, then ran back as though she had remembered something.

A moment later, when she emerged from her home again, she held a dark gold watch.

She slipped the Star of Glory into her pocket before setting off again.

August 26 was not over