At that moment, Su Xiaowan noticed a girl, her head bowed, hair hanging loose and covering her face. Something was resting on her legs, and she seemed to be rhythmically moving.
To her surprise, Su Xiaowan saw the girl was writing. In such a place, this girl dared to write. Curious, she approached the girl, gently tapped her shoulder, causing the girl to shriek and drop her pen and notebook on the ground.
The girl quickly picked up her notebook and pen, scanning the area for any signs of psychotic people who might have noticed her. Only when she was sure she was safe did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.
At that moment, Su Xiaowan was speechless, staring at the dirt-smudged face of the girl. Although Su Xiaowan herself was also covered in grime, the girl before her was much dirtier.
Despite the grime, Su Xiaowan recognized her – it was someone she knew.
Seeing Su Xiaowan stare at her, the girl looked up. The sight rendered her speechless for a long time.
