Anaya walked for a long time while holding back her anger. She didn't even know where she was.
There was a sudden clap of thunder in the sky, and a downpour followed.
There was no shelter on the side of the road, and the night wind blew. Heavy rain fell on her body, and it felt a little cold.
She crouched and hugged herself.
She didn't cry. She just stared blankly at the raindrops splashing on the ground. Her body trembled slightly. She didn't know if it was because of the cold or something else.
A black umbrella stretched out from the side of her body while covering the dark clouds in the sky.
She could still smell the comfortable fragrance of herbs.
Anaya looked up and saw the man's beautiful neck and his chiseled chin.
The man lowered his head to look at Anaya quietly. His back was straight, and he looked tall and strong, like a cold sculpture.
The man asked, "Are you coming with me?"