Far away in the Sea City, Zhao Si'en has no idea about the strange things happening in the Capital City; she always feels like someone is secretly following her.
But when she looks back several times, there is no trace of anyone.
This feeling occurs every now and then.
If not for the lack of malice in the gaze, she would have told her family and let her parents or elder brother deal with it.
"Ah." Suddenly, walking Zhao Si'en squats down, painfully clutching her foot, "It hurts so much."
She sits on the ground in discomfort, her head bowed, her facial expression unclear, but from the muffled groan just now, one could feel that her foot is twisted, very painful.
It seems like you can even hear her softly crying.
