Lita, who squatted on the side of the path for a while, heard the word about her mommy. She blinked her eyes and said, "Memory? What is memory? Is it something that can be washed with the hands of an apple or hand?"
He turned around quickly and asked, "Who's there?!"
He thrust his spear...
Peng!
As if from a natural instinct, the figure swayed like a small powder. It jumped down and avoided the bullet.
She did not understand what the bang was. She bit her finger and looked back at the firing bullet hole on the ground. "Hey? What's that? Customized?"
He didn't even have the chance to see who it was. The only thing he could think of was that someone had overheard their secret conversation. He raised his gun and was about to fire.
"Wait." Prince reached out her hand to stop. "It's Lita."
When Sam saw the little doll on the ground, he was shocked as well. "It's her?"
