"Speak in Chinese, then it's—" Suizi paused, "I won't tell you."
"Or else, I'll tickle you." He pretended to embrace her.
"Help!!!"
The yell pierced the silence of the night.
They looked at each other.
Who was that?
It sounded quite far away, as if it came from the alley.
"Could someone be in trouble?" Suizi asked.
As if in response to her words, another cry for help sounded.
"You go home first, I'll go and see." Yu Jingting gently pushed Suizi.
Suizi, not at ease with him going, didn't want him to go, but the cries for help from the alley were getting louder.
"Just be careful, fight if you can, run if you can't win..." Suizi was worried.
Upon returning to her own courtyard, she stared in the direction of the alley.
The view was pitch-black; she couldn't see anything.
Suizi's heart was in her throat. It wasn't right to let him go alone. What if the other person is armed?
Taking the iron shovel, she walked outside, shouting as she went:
