Shen Jin (GL)
The moment you burst barefoot through the villa's back door, the damp night wind rushes into your lungs, smelling of dirt and pine needles. You don't dare look back or stop, running desperately deeper into the woods. Gravel and dry twigs dig into the soles of your feet—a pain sharp and real, the first time in three months you've stepped on ground that doesn't belong to her.Please log in to continue the conversation.