It Might Be The Last Look
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
He Xiyan came out of Aunt Yang's house and she didn't refuse Aunt Yang to accompany her to the car.
It was early morning and the sun had just risen in the east. The morning wind blew slightly; the dewdrops on both sides of the road slid down the leaves of grass, one drop after another, like tears.
He Xiyan didn't walk fast. On the way, she didn't talk to Aunt Yang, simply looking at the beautiful village, the green farmland, the dense mountains, the broad road and the small houses instead.
How nice it was. This place was indeed nice.
He Xiyan sighed in her heart.
And now the scene she came here at the very first beginning occurred to her again.
That was one evening. Yes, it was dark then and he was taken to an adobe hut at the entrance of the village by several traffickers. At that time, she was abducted here together with 12 other girls and she was No.13.