The wind whistles and the rain hits the face like a small stone hitting the face. It stings and blurs in front of the eyes. The rain makes the eyes ache and the road blurred.

But she can't stop.

Walk barefoot on the road and let the pebbles pierce into her feet.

Mu Chudi only knows that she will take advantage of those people not to find, flee quickly, or be caught back, there will be no chance.

The bruises on her forehead were getting more and more painful from the rain, and her blood mixed with the rain and slid down her face. It looked very frightening.

Quick, quicker....