Chapter 1770

• Thinking of this, Hannah shook her head, trying to forget what was on her mind. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by. It was supposed to be a crisp autumn day, but she felt like she had fallen into a cold, dark cellar.
• She quickened her pace, even started to jog, trying to shake off that feeling, but no matter how hard she tried, that sense of being watched just stuck with her. It made her heart race and tiny beads of sweat broke out on her forehead.
• After a while, she finally ran to a place with lights.