Under the moonlight, Ling Xue's figure appeared particularly haunting. The soft glow enveloped her, as if draping her in a layer of silver gauze. Her snow-white skin, illuminated by the moonlight, seemed even more translucent, resembling a delicate piece of art.
Her long hair cascaded like a waterfall, gently swaying in the breeze, each strand radiating an enchanting sheen. Although her proud curves were somewhat exposed under the moonlight, the rounded contours and delicate skin exuded an indescribable allure. Yet, this beauty was overshadowed by extreme embarrassment, evoking endless pity in those who beheld her. It was as if the moonlight sensed her plight and softly fell upon her, striving to conceal some of her vulnerability, like a thin veil gently covering her form.
Her graceful silhouette flickered in and out of view beneath the moonlight, with exquisite curves resembling rolling hills; every rise and fall was perfectly placed, leaving onlookers in awe. Her slightly trembling shoulders resembled the wings of an injured butterfly—fragile yet captivating.
Stumbling back to her residence, she felt numerous eyes upon her, witnessing her awkwardness. She could sense those gazes piercing through her like arrows—filled with surprise, curiosity, and disdain. Each glance made her feel as if she were stripped bare, exposed in front of everyone.
A few passersby stopped in their tracks, staring at her in shock. Their expressions were filled with disbelief, as if they had witnessed something utterly unbelievable. One person gaped with his mouth wide open, unable to close it for a long time. Others whispered among themselves; though their voices were low, they pierced Ling Xue's eardrums like sharp needles.
What was worse, someone even took out their phone to snap a picture. The flash flickered in the darkness like the eyes of a demon. Ling Xue wanted to shield herself but found no way to do so. All she could do was quicken her pace and run desperately, trying to escape those terrifying gazes and lenses.
Ling Xue curled up in her room in a female form, having not stepped outside for days. Her heart was filled with fear and unease; the feeling of violation lingered closely behind her, keeping her in a state of heightened tension. With no skills available in male form, she felt even more helpless.
While tidying up the room, she accidentally discovered a phone book hidden away in a corner. Trembling, she opened it to find many contact numbers listed inside. Next to one number was written "Sister." A glimmer of hope surged within Ling Xue as she eagerly dialed the number.
On the other end of the line came Mihiko Ohashi's voice: "Nana Ko? Don't come looking for me; they're still searching for you. You owe a High-Interest Loan." Before she could finish speaking, the phone was snatched away.
Then came a cacophony of noise; it sounded as if her sister had been struck. A rough voice boomed: "Nana Ko? You need to come to Sakata Street No. 3 or your sister is in danger! We’re looking for you!" They demanded that she arrive today without fail.
Ling Xue's hand trembled slightly as she held the phone; worry and conflict filled her heart. She stood frozen in place, as if the phone weighed a thousand pounds. She knew that she was not truly Nana Ko at that moment; however, the danger facing Mihiko Sister was all too real. Biting her lip and furrowing her brow, she paced back and forth in the room, struggling internally.
On one hand, she feared that rushing over would plunge her into deeper peril; after all, those involved with High-Interest Loans appeared incredibly ruthless. On the other hand, thinking about what might happen to Mihiko Sister if she didn’t go made it impossible for her to turn a blind eye.
Ultimately, Ling Xue halted in her tracks; determination flashed in her eyes as she clenched her fists. She resolved that even if danger loomed ahead, for Mihiko Sister’s sake, she would have to muster the courage to head toward that abandoned building at the end of Sakata Street and give it a try.
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