She shrank her body and sat under such a bridge for the whole night. When the sky had just brightened, she climbed up the bridge by herself, then lowered her head and walked forward, except for her overly thin body. Except for the clothes and hats she wore on her hair, and the various smells coming from her body, she was alone.
Yes, she was alone. But what about the things behind her? No matter how dirty and evil she was, and how dirty she was, she was now worse than a ghost.
What kind of person was she?
And who was the person who had caused her to be like this, neither human nor ghost? She wanted to know. who was that?
She touched the money in her pocket. When she passed by a steamed bun shop, she waited there for half a day until no one was there.
