She had already been here for three days. In other words, she had also been missing for three days.
Missing? Ha, she wanted to laugh, but in the end, she cried out.
Missing again, missing again. Could it be that she, Yan Huan, would be infected with the word ‘missing’for the rest of her life? Time and time again, she left home, left her family, and then she was so careful, wanting to live, she also wanted to go out.
She bit down on the steamed bun in her hand, which had almost been crushed into paper. It wasn’t a steamed bun, but a stone. Sometimes, she would think that she was eating a stone, and it almost broke her teeth, it also hurt the roots of her teeth, and she even bit out blood.
But, she still had to eat it.
Because she wanted to live.
She didn’t want to die.
She forcefully swallowed a mouthful of steamed bun. Then, she carefully groped to the side and touched a bucket.
