When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0865

Unlike the dry, biting cold of the north, the weather in Yalemont, located in the south, was a typical, damp, bone–chilling cold. As the high–speed train pulled into the station, a drizzle began to fall.

When Miranda and the others stepped off the train, a sharp gust of wind hit them, and they instinctively shránk their necks: The cold seemed to seep through their clothes and creep to their bones.

Madison quickly wrapped her scarf tighter, hunching her shoulders, pulling her neck in, and shoving her hands into her pockets. She looked like a puffed–up penguin trying to stay

warm.

“Miranda, let’s hurry up and go. The wind’s blowing in from every direction on this platform–it’s freezing.” Her breath turned into a white mist as she spoke.

Miranda nodded. “Yeah, let’s get moving.”

The station was deserted, with no crowds or noise. This was a county town—not a rich one -so it made sense that it looked this way.

“I checked earlier. There’s only one bus from the high–speed train station to the town, and it runs every 50 minutes. The last one’s already left, so we’ve missed it,” Sebastian said calmly, “If we need to get there tonight, we can take a shared van or book a rideshare.‘

Miranda asked, “What do you mean by rideshare?”

“It’s a car that picks up passengers.” He paused and added, “It’s a private service.”

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at the sky. “It’s getting dark soon. How about we stay here for the

agree. We’re in a new place,

“Fine with

checking into a motel, it was already 8:00 pm. The night

empty street. Only

quiet… It’s kinda creepy…” she said while hugging her arms

noodles. “This is all we’ve got. Just make

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some barbeque. But when they passed by earlier, they saw the stall owner wiping the blood off the raw meat with a rag used for cleaning the grill. That

sniffed the air. “Smells

“That’s not like

“What do you mean?”

food, and yet you think

starving, everything smells good.”

eating, there was a knock on the

froze. “Who

“It’s me.”