Sophia walked without purpose, unfamiliar with the Capitol and unsure of where she had gone.
Her heart felt like it was being torn apart.
Why had she become this way?
It was clearly not her who had changed!
Her shoes had fallen off at some point, she stepped on the rocks, and the soles of her feet were cut without knowing the pain, even on her calves and ankles, there were bloodstains from the sharp grass leaves.
Sophia's head was drenched in rain, and for a moment she didn't even know what she was sad about.
She suddenly stopped, looked at the half-moon in the sky, and folded her hands in prayer.
Her hair was clinging to her face, and her face was pale like a ghost, abnormally abrupt in the night. The long red dress, bare feet, scarred legs, but also has an unusually poignant beaut
