The outskirts of the Capital, at the foot of the mountain.
At noon.
The winter rain was still falling, constantly washing away all the dust in the world, washing everywhere clean.
Behind the mountain it was even colder. The whistling gusts of wind came furiously rolling with the coldness.
Charlotte was soaked all over, and blown by the cold wind, her consciousness was muddled.
From about 3:00 a.m., they walked until noon and still hadn't found a place to get some rest.
She could no longer walk and collapsed into Tommy's arms.
Tommy hugged Charlotte in a hurry, and a heavy concern surfaced on his face.
Last night's escape was far more difficult than he had imagined. Although they eluded the heavily patrolled guards, the back of the mountain was largely deserted, and there wasn't a road to get down the mountain.
He led Charlotte through thorny bushes, braving the heavy rain and muddy hillsides that left them in a sorry state.
They also fell countless times. He and Charlotte had got multiple scratches, and even Charlotte's face were cut a few bloody slashes.
Right now, Charlotte was even in a coma.
Tommy wrapped Charlotte in his arms as he took off his tattered coat and wrapped it around her body.
Because he knew that the loss of temperature was fatal.
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