It had rained all night long.
The entire mountain was shrouded in an extraordinary freshness in the air.
However, several deep gullies on the road were carved by the heavy rain, filled with mud-brown water and scattered with withered branches and leaves.
Outside the orphanage, it was unusually quiet, the sound of flowing water and birdsong was exceptionally crisp at this moment.
"...Impossible."
Beau Reed spoke after a long pause, his calmness was rather terrifying.
Lily Hemsworth pursed her lips, her hands slightly trembling.
"...Anyway, that's how it is, believe it or not."
Beau Reed clenched his fists, his breathing gradually becoming heavy, feeling as though his entire chest was constantly compressing, the air being slowly drawn out.
Lily Hemsworth was startled by his demeanor, shivering uncontrollably from the cold both inside and out.
"...I... I'm leaving... I'm very cold..."
Beau Reed still stood there, his mind seemingly empty, yet paradoxically clear.
