"Hmm?" Chen Yang noticed something unusual and looked up, finding a dirty little girl, about three or four years old, standing in the middle of the crosswalk.
Although her face was covered with dirt, it was round and smooth, with delicate skin, like a carving of jade, making her look incredibly cute.
For some reason, she was holding a rag doll in her arms, standing in the middle of the road, dazed and unmoving.
Many people passed by and noticed the anomaly of the little girl, giving her a glance or two, but they quickly moved on, ignoring her completely.
Chen Yang shook his head, feeling that people nowadays indeed tend to be somewhat indifferent, and was about to step forward to inquire if the little girl was in some kind of trouble.
But just at that moment.
The green light turned red.
Suddenly, there was a sharp, ear-piercing sound of a horn, and a car sped towards the little girl.
