Kidnapping?
No way, she didn't have any money, her family was dirt poor.
Assault?
In broad daylight, and besides, she was dressed so plain—what was there to be attracted to?
Revenge?
She hadn't made any enemies with anyone.
Xu Nianhua was dragged into an empty alley, her mind frantically flashing through countless thoughts. Her hand gripped the cloth bag tightly; inside were needles, scissors she'd bought, plus two pounds of brown sugar.
"Mmm!"
Xu Nianhua struggled, her hand stealthily reaching into the bag, her fingers landing squarely on the scissors!
"Don't shout." The man's voice was flustered, almost like this was his first time doing something like this.
Xu Nianhua sized up her surroundings: a dead-end alley, no one around except for a few back doors, and a towering old persimmon tree, lush and sprawling, its branches like a giant umbrella.
The man held Xu Nianhua tight, his hands restlessly trying to move upward.
