Chapter 1609: Chapter 1609: They’re All Lying to Her, Aren’t They...
Lilac Serval obediently nodded, just like a little child.
All along the way, she kept staring out at the scenery, though there wasn’t much to see on a rainy day—just endless sheets of rain.
In Lonton, rainy days were frequent, and she’d gotten used to them.
But she wasn’t quite accustomed to rain in Landon.
Everything here was different from Lonton—the architecture, the landscapes, the crowds.
Rain continued to fall, splashing into tiny sprays of water on the ground.
Peace Flower Road was a long stretch of road. Wanting to save time, the driver prepared to drop her off as soon as they reached it.
This street was isolated, and coupled with the rain, there were no pedestrians—only cars weaving back and forth.
"Alright, alright, we’re here. Get off the car!" The driver pulled over to the roadside, urging her to leave.
"Are we there?" Lilac Serval turned her head in a daze, looking at the driver.
"We’re here! Look for yourself." The driver pointed to the three characters on the blue road sign: "Peace Flower Road."
Lilac Serval stared at the sign for a long time. Oh, they had arrived.
She pushed open the car door and raised her umbrella.
The driver, fearing she might change her mind, sped away the instant she stepped out of the car.
The car’s speed sent mud and water splashing onto Lilac Serval’s coat, leaving dirty stains on what had been a spotless camel-colored garment.
She pouted slightly and lowered her head, brushing at the stains with her hand.
But they wouldn’t come clean.
She had no choice but to give up.
She raised her head. All around there was no one but her; the road had only the occasional cars passing by.
"Where is this... Where’s the tower..." Lilac Serval braced herself against the tree along the roadside, taking one step at a time, her face filled with confusion.
She lifted her head and scanned everywhere, but there was no tower. Had she remembered wrong...
She didn’t believe so. One hand clung to the tree trunk, the other gripping the umbrella, an unyielding persistence that bordered on stubbornness.
Under the dark night sky, rain poured relentlessly, while the streetlights blurred and spread halos through the stormy rain.
She was like a little stray cat wandering through the rain—disoriented, fragile—searching for a road she couldn’t find.
The wind rushed by, and the rain clung to her body. It was so cold.
"It’s spring now... Why is it still so cold..." Lilac Serval murmured softly as she hugged her coat tightly.
The influence of alcohol made her steps unsteady, weaving and swaying as if she might fall at any moment.
It was lucky she was holding onto the tree trunk; otherwise, she would have fallen.
She couldn’t fall—if she did, there was no one to help her up.
So, she kept moving along this road, walking through the wind and rain, unaware of what lay ahead, just moving forward...
It seemed she saw the tower, yet it also seemed she didn’t.
Her vision flickered faintly between mirages—perhaps memories from childhood, or perhaps from her teenage years...
The pitch-black night, the endless road—it was as though darkness had no boundary, and the road no end.
And still, she walked.
The alcohol churned in her gut, inching upward to burn in her chest.
Water and fire intertwined—half was the cold rain, half was the heated fire—and in discomfort, she tugged loosely at her collar.
Her clothes were partially soaked, her hair damp too, as her umbrella failed against the relentless wind and rain.
"This is so unbearable..." Lilac Serval found herself unable to walk further. She had already come this far, so why hadn’t she seen the tower yet.
Perhaps there was no tower at all—perhaps she had been deceived...
It was all a lie.
Just like before, she had once walked persistently down some path, only to end up covered in scars.
A gust of wind tore through. She couldn’t hold onto her umbrella.
With a whoosh, the umbrella flew away.