You Are My Wings

Even if the family members know her true whereabouts, she has a high probability of being captured as a traitor.

Then put to death.

She had no doubt that the man named "Father" would give such an order.

So many times, girls are occasionally confused.

Why would I take such a big risk, desperate, no matter what, to come to Hong Kong to find that person?

Such impulsive and irrational behavior has always been what I hate the most.

As a murder weapon, she needs ruthlessness and cruelty. Pity, humanity, and emotion are all things she should reject.

For a long time, she has been able to exist perfectly as a murder weapon, and is the most proud "tool" of her father.

But why did he change after meeting that man?

The girl sat on the cold floor in the living room, rubbing her bones silently, and then...

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound of bones, the girl's originally twisted left arm was taken back to its original appearance.

This kind of bone-setting pain will be unbearable even for a tough guy for a moment, but the girl's expression is indifferent throughout the whole process, without any emotional ups and downs.

Then the girl continued to apply medicinal wine to other bruised wounds on her body, and kneaded the wounds vigorously to help the bruises loosen as soon as possible.

It has been a long time since the girl was roughly finished.

The sky outside the window was already dark, and the lights of thousands of homes in the city gradually turned on. The smell of cooking vegetables and the cheerful laughter of children wafted from the house next door.

However, the living room was still dark.

The girl sat in the dark, with the curtains drawn, and said nothing, neither turning on the light nor speaking.

This is just a temporary residence where she lives temporarily. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, she can't let people outside find someone in the house.

She got up and opened the bread she bought yesterday. The girl ripped open the plastic wrapping and sat expressionlessly in the living room eating the bread with little taste.

Next door, the aroma of the fried vegetables is getting stronger and stronger.

The girl sat there blankly, thinking about the next plan.

Xia Qingqing's strength was beyond her imagination.

It was just a face-to-face fight. She didn't take any advantage at all. Instead, she was punched by the opponent and broke her left arm, with countless bruises and bruises on her body.

This result was something she didn't expect.

Maybe it's time to revise the plan...

The girl thought so, but suddenly came the sound of the key twisting the door lock at the door.

- The owner of the house is back.

After realizing this, the girl bounced off the cold floor of the living room with a swipe.

He quickly threw the half-eaten bread into the garbage bag beside him, and carried the bag full of garbage together. The girl's boneless body turned into a black shadow and flew to the balcony.

A leap, flutteringly disappeared in the living room.

Inside the house, everything was business as usual, leaving no trace of living.

A few seconds later, the door was pushed open, and the host walked in, looking a little surprised at the taut curtains.

"Are the curtains drawn when we go?"

The family's confusion was left unanswered, as no one knew that an uninvited guest once lived in the house.

In the dark night, a girl who is homeless again walks the streets of Hong Kong.

After throwing the garbage bag in her hand into the trash can on the side of the road, she stood on the street and looked at the streets on both sides, and finally chose a random direction to leave.

If I can't find a new foothold tonight, I will probably only sleep in the park or on the street.

The girl thought so, still walking aimlessly on the street.

Sleeping on the street is not a terrible thing.

She once lurked in the African jungle for half a month, just to hunt down a target person.

Compared with the tropical jungle where poisonous mosquitoes, black mamba snakes, and wild beasts are rampant, the streets of Hong Kong are already a very good environment.

Later, the girl walked into the dumpling shop in the alley.

She was interrupted in the middle of her dinner, and now she came out, just in time to have something to eat.

Looking blankly at the prices on the menu, the girl chose the cheapest cabbage-stuffed dumplings and sat down.

There were not many people in the small shop, except for her and the shopkeeper, there was no one else.

However, not long after the girl sat down, two more people came in.

A well-dressed young man with a shy smile on his face ordered two dumplings from the owner.

The other person, who was older, should look like the father of a young man, but looked a little abnormal in intelligence, with dull eyes and stiff movements, similar to many elderly people with dementia.

After the two came in, the girl subconsciously looked at each other twice.