"Bam bam bam", a hammering of fists pounded against the door, reverberating in her ears, Tang Mo'er's pupils contracted as she sat on the carpet, wanting to block it all out. Rocking back and forward, she subconsciously held herself tightly in her arms, eyes blank as she was brought back vividly to a scene in the depths of her mind—
A 5-year-old girl held on to a ragged doll as she played in the living room, the owner of the doll was her younger sister but she eventually got sick of it and threw it in the bin. The girl had picked it up from the bin.
It was truly lonely. She was only a little girl of five years and was isolated by the entire world.
Picking up the ragged doll, she hugged it in her thin arms.
Without warning, the apartment door opened, a drunken man walked in and the girl shivered, calling him 'Uncle' as her voice trembled in fear.
