Feeling Spring in Autumn Chapter 126

The iron door closed heavily, and Aya wrapped the arm-thick chain around the handle and locked it.

Then I walked back without any nostalgia or fear.

The air vent above her head made a buzzing sound, and a slight breeze blew down, blowing up the hem of her skirt, and the bright red skirt was fluttering in the wind.

Aya raised her hand, wiped away the sweat on her forehead, raised the corners of her mouth, and looked at the group of men in black walking towards her in front of her.

The light in the passage was very bad, and the small spotlights on the wall cast their light on the ground, surrounding her whole body in the light.