The sky gradually darkened, and the night wind rose.
Nanlai City was just a small town. After nightfall, the pedestrians on the road became increasingly sparse.
At this time, it was actually the best moment for a group of fortune-seeking outsiders to be active. After all, there were too many people during the day, making it difficult to move freely. It was only at night that they could truly act without restraint. However, fifty outsiders might sound like a lot, but spread out across the entire city, it wasn't much.
Luo Qingyao walked alone on a certain street.
She was completely different from her usual obedient and cute demeanor when she was by Fan Wubing's side. On her fourteen-year-old face, there was a sharpness that made it seem like you had to be extremely careful just to say a word to her.
She habitually wore dark green clothes, which under the dim light of the night, took on a frosty sheen.
