They gathered on the ground, winding and flowing on the mottled patterns, leaving behind strange traces.
The man in the raincoat fell.
Bo Yi could see his exposed p * NIS in the night. It was nauseating.
In front of him, there was a six or seven-year-old girl with a plastic bag beside her. A few boxes of medicine had fallen out of it.
The little girl was already unconscious. There was a bruise on her forehead and some bruises on her body.
Her clothes were in a mess.
Bo Yi's gaze swept across her lower body. His tightly furrowed brows seemed to have relaxed slightly.
She was still wearing clothes.
He bent down and gently picked up the little girl, holding her in one hand and the umbrella in the other.
She turned around and looked at the man on the ground.
Bo Yi saw the documents that were scattered on the ground.
He picked it up and took a look.
It was unknown what he saw, but his pupils shrank slightly and his lips were tightly pursed.
