The cool night wind, carrying withered leaves, whipped against Gaoliyue's face as she stumbled along the street. She had lost one of her high heels at some point, and though her soles were worn to bleeding gasps, she felt nothing.
The strange, lingering looks from passersby were like sharp thorns, yet she merely clutched a crumpled silk scarf tightly, her fingernails still caked with bits of floor tiles from the examination site.
"Mu Qingxuan..."
Chapter 54