The Right Direction

"Country Y... This is Country Y? Song Yaoyao!"

Someone placed his hand on Song Jingwan's shoulder and asked worriedly, "Miss, are you alright?"

"Don't touch me! Go away!"

Song Jingwan shouted and pushed the other party away. She stumbled as she wrapped her scarf tightly and ran away.

The person who was pushed away almost fell down. "Oh! Damn it! She must be in trouble."

Just as the kind-hearted person said, Song Jingwan's situation was very troubling.

She did not have any documents on her, no money, and she could not take a taxi. She did not even know where she should go.

Just like that, she wandered around Country Y, where there were very few people on the streets during the day. When night fell, people seemed to arise from the ground and they wandered the streets in groups.

Song Jingwan hid in a corner and looked at the luxurious hotel not far away in a daze until a tall figure suddenly entered her line of sight.