Walking down the street in the dead of winter, Jiang Ning was bundled up warmly. She hadn't worn this gray-and-white plaid coat with the fur collar for a few years, but when she pulled it out and put it on, it was still nice and warm.
Her hair billowed loosely, many of the strands curling as they rested on the fluffy collar, bouncing with every step she took.
The entire street was nearly deserted. Withered branches and dead leaves lay scattered across the red checkered flagstones.
Jiang Ning walked on peacefully. Her aura was a perfect match for the street—both possessed a cool detachment that sent a chill through the air.
Looking up at the clothing store's sign, "Premium Grey," she then lowered her head, feeling a little sad.
