It was as if she suddenly appeared in this completely unfamiliar reality.
Where is this place?
There are no familiar bookcases, no dazzling array of books, and no group of lovely colleagues...
Here, just like the world she was originally in, it also rains.[
However, she didn't recognize this place.
If you don't think so, then why is she here?
Why?
A piece of coldness rushed towards her face, soaking into her cheek, making her feel wet.
Jiang Nanyan stared blankly at the filaments coming towards her. After a long while, she slowly raised her hand and touched her already cold cheek.
However, the fingertips were even colder, as if they were condensed into ice, stiff and without any warmth.
Jiang Nanyan was stung by the ice and shrank subconsciously.
It's raining.
Only now did Jiang Nanyan truly realize that it was already pouring rain outside.
Jiang Nanyan just stood there quietly, like a ghost that could disappear at any time, looking at the misty world outside, without feeling at all that the raindrops that kept drifting in diagonally made her clothes wet...
The thin rain continued to float in, covering her thin clothes, seeping in bit by bit until the fabric was completely soaked, and it stuck to her shivering body, biting and chilling to the core.