Here Is the Point We Stop Chapter 78

Rain, drizzle, cold rain.

The icy rain in late autumn is so cold that it makes people shiver.

Miyano Shiho squatted on the roadside in a depressed mood, hugging her knees and curling up like a small mushroom. The breeze brought cold raindrops under the eaves and landed on the child's face. She couldn't help shivering.

Pedestrians passing by glanced at the children on the roadside curiously, discussing in low voices as they passed by. Some people came up to ask, but were dismissed by the children's silent attitude.

"What a strange child! He probably ran away secretly on his own."