The streets of Tianmen City at midnight weren't as dangerous as they were for Saifu, but they certainly didn't offer any 24-hour fast-food restaurants where a runaway teenage rebel could find temporary shelter.
Dragging her suitcase, Li Mumu arrived at a small square not far from her home and sat on a bench. She opened her notebook, prepared to contact Wang Yunxiao.
This was the most convenient method she could think of in a short time.
First of all, she was a stranger in Tianmen City, especially after all traces of her existence had been erased. Even people from her past might not remember the name Li Mumu.
Secondly, seeking help from the Special Service Bureau posed a great risk.
After experiencing the first Time-Space Retrospection, Li Mumu could be certain that the Bureau had records of her and that their memories were retained.
But the problem was the sensitivity of this particular time.
