"No, I'm sure they won't hurt me." Xia Yihan was somewhat melancholy at the thought of Popolo Lulu, fat boy and the man in Tang suit.

Hang up the phone, Xia Yihan sneezed. It was cloudy outside the window. The curtains were blowing so loudly that they floated high. Xia Yihan got up and went to the window. When he opened the curtains, he saw the sound of a car.

Familiar license plate number. That's the car that Yezimo takes. Xia Yihan wears a pair of cotton slippers and runs downstairs. His heart is about to jump out as he runs. His brain is covered with leaf ink.

She hesitated...