Under the pitch-dark night, Zhao Yumo hugged herself and squatted behind a disheveled pile of trash.
She took deep breaths and whispered to herself that was close, she almost got sold to the dance hall.
"Hey, beauty, could you let go of my hand? You're going to crush it."
At that moment, a familiar voice suddenly rang in her ears; she turned to look and saw a particularly blurred figure, "Who... who are you?"
The blurry shadow seemed to lift the corners of its mouth slightly, the tone apologetic, "My name is He Chen, I'm the one who brought you here just now, sorry for making you suffer this..."
"He Chen?" Zhao Yumo murmured the name, her pupils suddenly dilated, and the world before her started to collapse at a visibly fast pace.
Boom, boom, boom!
After several thunderous sounds, the world returned to calm.
Zhao Yumo's pupils regained their color, and at this moment, she was sitting in a Volkswagen, her little hand caressing her belly.
