Yan Mingyao knelt on the ground. "I was wrong. I really shouldn't hit you. Would you forgive me?"

She turned and looked coldly at the man who was kneeling on the ground. She pulled out her hand and left without turning back.

There was no one in the street, and the neighborhood was quiet. It was a different cold night. She didn't wear a coat. She was shivering with cold and had nowhere to go.

Walking around and around downstairs in the neighborhood, the body is as stiff as a popsicle, only the place where the cheek is beaten is hot and uncomfortable.

She holds her cell phone and keeps...