A Strange Feeling

"Chen Feng..."

Shen Yin turned her head. For some reason, her voice had taken on a tremor, and her eyes were faintly red.

Behind her, a Magical Girl dressed mainly in pale green descended to her side. She frowned tightly at the reporters still trying to push into the danger zone.

"Well... what's wrong, little Shen Yin? Why are you crying here all alone?"

The Magical Girl's voice sounded lazy, but there was an edge beneath it.

She placed a hand on Shen Yin's head and ruffled her hair vigorously.

"Chen Feng..."

Shen Yin tried to push her hand away in annoyance, but for some reason, she couldn't summon the strength.

She had already felt like crying without knowing why. The moment she heard that voice, the sting in her nose grew sharper.

It wasn't because she felt wronged... or rather, that wasn't all of it.

The ache surged from the deepest part of her heart and battered against her for no reason, as though something inside her knew something she herself didn't and was trying to warn her.

But warn her about what?

Since when had she been able to foresee the future?

"Feeling wronged?"

Chen Feng spoke again.

"I'm not..." Shen Yin hurriedly raised a hand to wipe her eyes, but the more she wiped, the more the tears threatened to fall.

Chen Feng looked at Shen Yin and sighed helplessly. Then her gaze sharpened as she looked down at the reporters.

"Everyone, do I need to escort you out? Because I won't be gentle about it."

As Chen Feng spoke, the breeze around them suddenly turned violent. It swept up fallen leaves and dust, making it hard to keep their eyes open.

The reporter looked at Shen Yin, then at Chen Feng, before spitting hard onto the