Yun Ya shook his head: "I don't know."
"It seems I'll have to pick you up from school from now on. There are many bad people in society these days, and you're so pretty. You must be careful about your safety..."
Yun Ya turned and left first, instinctively raising his hand to touch the necklace hidden under his clothes.
Could it be you?
——
From then on, on that narrow path, at a distance not too far nor too close behind her, there was always a sedan following.
No matter the wind or rain.
Until one day, he was sending her home, waiting a bit longer at the street corner, smoking a cigarette, when he saw her run out covered in blood, stumbling.
"Miaomiao... Miaomiao..." she called out in a helpless and lost voice.
His heart ached instantly.
He saw her wandering like a lost soul in the dark night, the streetlights pulling her shadow long behind her. The world was so big, yet she looked like a child who couldn't find her way home...
