In the empty shed, there was only a small wooden table and an incense burner with a faint fragrance.
That scent was elegant and fragrant. As it entered her nose, it dispersed her fatigue.
Shen Yanxiao narrowed her eyes as she looked at the strange decorations.
The sound of water dripping echoed in her ears.
The scene before her eyes instantly became blurry.
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At night, there was no sound. Shen Yanxiao stood on the empty street and looked at the high-rise buildings on both sides of the road. The winter breeze was like sharp blades that mercilessly shaved away every ounce of temperature in her body.
Her skinny little body was tightly wrapped in her thin clothes, and her face turned pale from the cold wind.
Hunger spread throughout her body. She had no idea how long it had been since she ate.
The city that was shrouded in darkness was deathly silent.
She stood there alone and looked at the empty street.
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