With these words from Jiang Wumei, the Secret Guards had no choice but to obey.
As the figure of the Secret Guard vanished into the curtain of rain, Jiang Wumei stood up and walked to the doorway. She gazed out at the endless, pitch-black sky, her eyes darkening like deep water.
Outside the government office, the commoners huddled in the corners of the outer wall, wearing straw capes and holding umbrellas, gathering together to share warmth. Parents shielded their children in their midst, like a flicker of flame struggling against the downpour, on the verge of being extinguished.
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