Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

Poetry and wine walked slowly along the wall, trying not to make a sound.

She walked through one ward after another.

Through the small window in the door, you can see the patients lying inside; some are sleeping, some are watching TV, and some are talking to their families.

But no one noticed the ghostly black-haired girl in the corridor.

The nurses' station is just ahead.

The pace of poetry and wine has slowed down.

She pressed herself against the wall, cautiously peeking out to observe the situation at the nurses' station.

The nurses' station is a semi-open space, with two nurses sitting behind an L-shaped counter.

One of them was an older head nurse, who was organizing medical records with a blank expression on her face.

The other was a young nurse who looked like she had just graduated. She was leaning on the counter, yawning, her eyes fixed on her phone screen, her fingers swiping across it.

The lights at the nurses' station were very bright, making them stand out starkly in the dimly lit corridor.

The computer screen emitted a faint blue light, illuminating the head nurse's tired face.

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 124 What's Wrong with the Rainy Day?

The clock on the wall ticked away, its hands pointing to 6:05.

"worn out……"

The young nurse yawned widely, put down her phone, and stretched.

"I have to work the night shift tonight, this is going to be awful."

"Young people are just spoiled."

The head nurse said without looking up, continuing to organize the medical records in her hands.

“We’re veteran employees, and we’ve been working the night shift for twenty years.”

Wow, they even have senior experience.

"Yes, yes, senior is the best."

The young nurse muttered something, then picked up her phone and started scrolling through something.

"Hey, did you see the news?"

She suddenly looked up and turned her phone screen towards the head nurse.

"The weather forecast says it will rain for the next week, with heavy downpours. The meteorological observatory has even issued a yellow alert."

"Well, I see it."

The head nurse nodded, her tone indifferent.

"so what?"

"So... the training camp at the Treson Summer Training Base has to be canceled ahead of schedule!"

The young nurse's tone carried a hint of excitement.

“My cousin is working as an intern trainer there. She was supposed to finish this weekend, but she just sent a message saying she’s leaving tomorrow.”

"We can't train in heavy rain, I'm afraid something might happen."

"Could I find an opportunity to ask for a photo at the intersection? I've liked Tanino Misaki for a long time."

"Oh."

The head nurse maintained a neutral expression.

"That's great, an early holiday."

"And there's more!"

The young nurse continued, swiping her finger across her phone.

"The fireworks display, which was originally scheduled for this weekend, will be moved to tomorrow night!"

"The municipal government just issued a notice saying that they were worried the weather might be bad and the event wouldn't be able to proceed, so they rescheduled it. Tomorrow night at 7 pm, at the seaside park, it will proceed as scheduled."

"A fireworks display..."

The head nurse looked up, a hint of nostalgia flashing in her eyes.

"I haven't seen fireworks in so many years."

"Aren't you going to go see it, senior? You can rest tomorrow night."

"not going."

The head nurse shook her head and lowered her head again to organize the medical records.

"I'm getting old, I'm not interested in these kinds of festivities anymore, you young people should go."

"I'll cover your shift."

"Then I won't be polite!"

The young nurse said with a grin.

"I'm going to see the fireworks with my boyfriend tomorrow night. I heard this year's fireworks are especially big, and there are several sponsors. It'll be going on for an hour..."

The following words gradually faded into background noise.

Poetry and wine are pasted in the shadows on the wall.

My heart started pounding violently, as if it was being squeezed and kneaded forcefully.

The pain surged like a tidal wave, almost overwhelming her.

But the girl bit her lip tightly, refusing to make a sound.

She waited for the two people at the nurses' station to get back into their own business, then quickly, like a ghost, swept down the corridor.

Footsteps echoed softly on the floor, but quickly disappeared around the corner.

She found the stairwell.

Push open the fire door.

The gray concrete staircase descends layer by layer, with emergency lights casting a stark white glow.

Poetry and wine, holding onto the handrail, walk on step by step.

Her hands were trembling, her whole arm was shaking.

With each step she took, her heart would clench, and the pain made her vision go black.

So annoying, so annoying, so annoying...

Finally, she reached the first floor.

Pushing open the side door, a cool night breeze rushed in, carrying the salty smell of the sea.

The outside world was completely dark.

The streetlights cast a dim, yellowish light, making the remaining rainwater on the ground shimmer and sparkle.

Poetry and Wine took a deep breath, the cold air rushing into her lungs, causing her to cough a few times.

The girl started running.

My feet pattered on the cold ground.

The shoes, almost falling apart, creaked and groaned underfoot.

The cracks in the soles of the shoes grew wider and wider, and rainwater seeped in along the cracks, chilling to the bone.

The remaining rainwater splashed up from the ground, wetting my trouser legs. The damp fabric clung to my skin, feeling cold and sticky.

My heart pounded in my chest, and a terrible sensation spread through my body.

The bones were groaning, the muscles were twitching, and the nerves were screaming.

But poetry and wine don't care.

She's used to it.

No, she's not used to it yet, otherwise she wouldn't be in such a hurry.

Well, pain has become a part of her life.

Breathing, heartbeat, like a shadow, always with me, impossible to escape.

The streetlights cast a dim, yellowish light, stretching her shadow long and long, like a twisted monster.

Her shadow twisted and distorted as she ran, sometimes lengthening, sometimes shortening.

It could also be that it wasn't a shadow, but some ominous thing chasing after her.

The black horse was a little confused and didn't know what she was thinking.

The sea breeze carries a salty, fishy smell.

The wind stirred her still slightly damp hair, which was chilled to the bone, making her shiver.

But she didn't stop.

The streets were deserted at night, with only occasional vehicles passing by, their headlights illuminating her running figure before disappearing into the darkness.

The drivers saw the girl running wildly through the car windows.

Some honked their horns, while others simply shook their heads and continued driving; no one stopped.

In this world, everyone has their own things to do.

No one would care about a stranger running in the rainy night.

Poetry and wine...

A gentle voice suddenly rang in my mind.

It's Godolphin's Arabic voice.

Poetry and wine offered no response; they simply continued running.

【How are you?】

The voice of the sea-blue goddess emerged from the depths of her consciousness.

Somewhere, Godolphin's gentle Arab face was filled with worry.

"Thank you so much for your help. I'm fine now."

The sounds of poetry and wine resonated in my heart.

You are lying.

"Goldof Arabia said softly."

I can feel your pain. Your heart... it's wailing.

"So what?"

Poetry and wine responded coldly.

"Anyway, I won't die."

But it will hurt.

"Thank you."

A brief silence.

The sea breeze howled, and the waves crashed against the rocks, producing a deep roar.

Poetry and wine: every breath I take feels like swallowing razor blades.

But she gritted her teeth and refused to make a sound.

You don't have to torture yourself like this.

Godolphin's Arabic voice was filled with heartache.

This is just a fictional world; that wasn't my intention.