"I don't think he's your friend?" Kiki's friend's question went unanswered.
Kiki smiled wryly. Her eyes were still faithfully studying the man who was walking with his crutches, crossing the road, then turned to the right and finally disappeared from her view.
Kiki's chest felt empty for a few seconds. There was a feeling of fear that spread, asking the owner to give an explanation.
In fact, it was not as easy to find an answer.
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The shoulder-length-haired man ordered a taxi online for the second time. At the end of his second journey with the online taxi, he was seen entering a bike shop. It didn't take long for limp footsteps to emerge.
The latest black automatic motor was his choice, replacing the red one that was previously taken away from the woman he wanted to repay for her kind help. The girl with thick black hair did not like to hear thanks. Thomas hoped that it was the type of gratitude she would accept.
