That night.
The distant dark clouds looked like a heavy mass of sand, rolling in on the wind. As they rolled, they blotted out the stars and moon above Richan Town.
The air was heavy and stifling, thick with an unsettling tension.
A sandstorm was brewing.
A handsome couple walked the deserted streets of Richan Town.
The woman held an orange cat in her arms.
"Meow."
Curled up in the woman's arms, Little Feng Miao lifted its head and let out a soft whimper, pawing at the soft pillows blocking its nose.
'These giant pillows are making me anxious!'
"Shh, settle down."
Xie Luohe soothed it gently, and the cat quickly settled down.
After calming Little Feng Miao, Xie Luohe looked up, her gaze drifting into the distance.
Shadowy figures moved on the rooftops, hidden in the darkness. She instinctively clenched her fists.
"We're almost home. Don't worry."
Zheng Xiu gave a small smile and put his arm around her shoulders.
Xie Luohe lowered her head. "Mm."
