"Hui-a, Hui-a! Wait for me! Please listen to me!"
As a woman raced forward with tears streaming down her eyes, the man running behind her shouted her name desperately. It was late in the night and the woman seemed to be desperately running. There was only one sandal on her foot while the other seemed to have fallen somewhere far behind. Her hair which had once been in a knot had come loose and were now flying around her face. The make up was smudged and the plane dress the girl had been wearing was torn from the sleeves. The corner of her mouth had started to turn blue while her left hand was already bent at a difficult angle.
There was something in her face that made people get out of her way instead of stopping her as the man behind her continued to shout.
