"Jiaming, where are you going again?" In the middle of the night, Su Ruoxi followed her younger brother out the door. Jiaming, tall and long-legged, soon vanished from her sight. Frustrated, she stamped her foot in anger at her brother's thoughtlessness.
But she couldn't rest easy knowing her fourteen- or fifteen-year-old brother was wandering alone at night. All she could do was walk and quietly call out his name. The Su Family was poor and lived in a rough neighborhood. She was afraid that raising her voice might bring trouble upon herself.
As she walked, she found herself in a dark alley filled with the squeaks of stray cats and rats. Gathering her courage, she continued walking, but halfway through, she tripped over something unknown and fell right on the object that had tripped her.
When Su Ruoxi supported herself to stand up, she felt something unusual under her hand, warm and sticky.
"Uh..." Leng Junxuan moaned in pain.
