Fang felt a rush of shame spread across her face. She opened her mouth to retort, but her eyes caught sight of the gun in the other person's hand! Staring down the dark barrel, she lost her nerve, ignored the person's mockery, and swiftly turned and ran.
The ground was hard, scattered with small pebbles. As Fang headed back, the sharp stones piercing her feet made them burn with pain, but she dared not cry, silently shedding tears instead.
From the houses on both sides, ambiguous moaning sounds continuously emanated. Listening to those sounds, and thinking about her deal with Brother Zhuang, her heart filled with even more grievance, and she couldn't help but curse Zhou Zhou and Zhao Yan silently for their meddling.
She made her way back to where she lived, only to find the door locked. That was when she remembered, she had shared this place with Zhou Zhou, and when she left, she hadn't taken the keys. And now Zhou Zhou was dead. How was she going to get in?
