Dawn broke too soon and night fell.
There was a merry scene at Los Angeles' night, but Feng Ling felt clear that she didn't fit into this world.
She was not hungry because she grilled some fish on the river bank. She didn't usually eat much, and the food would last her for at least a day. But now walking on the streets of Los Angeles and looking at all kinds of people, she suddenly realized that she had grown up in a different environment.
If she wanted to survive, she should either go back to the jungle or go back to a place that was not much different from the way she had lived in previous years, but she knew exactly how vicious those gangsters were. She stayed with them, because she had to eat, to survive, and to avoid being beaten. But now, which way should she go?
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Half a year later.
In the mountains west of Los Angeles, several explosions and gunshots were heard and frightened birds flew from the trees.
