The sun gradually rose.
The chill of the early morning was dispersed by the sunlight.
Bianchuan City.
At the entrance of an apartment complex.
Cactus carried breakfast in her hand, standing at the entrance.
She still wore that strange mix of homeless-style clothes, her face heavily painted with smoky makeup, a lollipop in her mouth, and occasionally biting on it with a crunch.
A typical image of a young troublemaker.
In the security guard room.
The security guard who had just finished the night shift looked somewhat listless.
It was now the shift change.
While waiting for his colleague to take over, he aimlessly swiped through his phone, occasionally glancing around at the surroundings.
Lowering his head again.
The security guard started scrolling on his phone.
Cactus took a step forward.
Just like that, openly, she walked into the residential area.
With each step, her figure shrank a little.
By the time she passed the security room.
