Chapter 818 - Chapter 759 Rosa's Request for Help

Scattered brown hair tips, damp with water droplets, Rosa curled up, her body clad in lightweight velvet-like unfamiliar clothing could not give her a sense of security. She held tightly to the strap of her bag, like a child clutching a mother's hand. That oversized backpack covered in dust was Rosa's identity tag. Only by clinging to it could Rosa remember that this well-groomed girl also had the identity of an exile. Unfortunately, this symbol of an exile was also losing its unique style. The dust on the surface was wiped off, revealing the cracked, peeling, and yellowed leather, with grass rope fibers woven via the Phantom Clan's control to rejuvenate the entire bag. A flushed redness from cleansing still lingered on Rosa's cheeks as she looked around at the gathered, diverse Phantoms, shrank her head, and hid in the shadow of her backpack like a timid quail.