The memories of the past flooded her mind.
That lecherous, gaunt face, the terror and despair of being pinned down, the crashing body hitting the ground, and the ferocious pack of wolves...
An avalanche of memories broke free all at once. She felt an intense headache, as if countless needles were stabbing her, and finally succumbed to the pain, fainting.
"Where's Jia Ming?" Ji Wei looked towards the window. Outside, the sky was nearing dusk—she had slept for so long.
"He's fine, his foot doesn't hurt anymore," Mary replied. Noticing her dry lips, she asked, "Mrs. Gu, would you like some water? I'll get it for you."
"Thank you."
Mary stepped out. Ji Wei leaned against the headboard, her heart unable to calm down for a long while.
Those perilous moments from the past felt as vivid as if they had happened just yesterday. She kept thinking about that older boy.
Did he make it through safely?
Why did that face feel so unnervingly familiar, as if she'd seen it thousands of times…?
