Lin Luoran doesn’t know that someone who has been looking for her for a long time; on the other side, Mu Tiannan doesn’t know he’s going to miss the girl again.

Working hours in the jewelry store is longer than that of office work. The lights on the street have long been shining when Lin Luoran goes off work after changing the work suit to her own clothes.

“Hey, you still have a stone at my place, aren’t you afraid that I’m going to take it?” Baojia asks Lin Luoran while she is driving.

Having stood for the whole day, Lin Luoran feels tired and is refreshing her spirit by closing her eyes, leaning against the copilot seat, “At least wait until I move into a new home. The place where I live now is not safe.”

Baojia knows that Li Anping once broke into Lin Luoran’s rented apartment. But after all the man was in love with Lin Luoran. Lin has the right to judge him, while as a friend, Baojia should avoid mentioning that son of a bitch.

“Then we must check new places out early. Stay away from their family in the future, so as not to be haunted by them.”

Lin Luoran nods and arranges to see some properties this Sunday to settle down early so as not to worry about her parents’ life in Li Village.

At first, Baojia proposes to have hot pot, but Lin recently doesn’t like oily meals, for she has been on the way of cultivation to be immortal and shows special favor to the vegetables in her space. After the discussion, they decide to eat Japanese food.

The taste is less orthodox due to the relatively low price. Decent restaurants are usually hidden in private clubhouses where ordinary people can’t find even if they have enough money.

Lin Luoran doesn’t like these dishes. Even Baojia, who is favor of Japanese food, has lost her interest in this kind of food such as salmon and sashimi, which are not as fresh as before.

“You make me picky about food so you must be responsible for supplying vegetables for me as long as I am alive!” Baojia looks at the food, and finally finds out the reason why the salmon is not delicious today.

After thinking for a while, Lin Luoran wipes her mouth and says, “Let’s go home for another dinner. Your home or mine?

Baojia throws the chopsticks inelegantly and pops out a word, “Yours!” Then they pay the bill and go home together.

The alley outside Lin Luoran’s house is very narrow that can only allow one car to drive through, which is worse when two cars meet. Plus, the streetlamp is dim, so Baojia drives carefully.

But today it is not peaceful in the alley where Lin Luoran hears the sound of yelling and scolding by her sensitive audition.

“Hey, guy, there is no use pretending to be dead. You’d better get up!”

It sounds like a middle-aged man with a deep and gruff voice.

After waiting for a while, a plaintive whine like that of a small cat responds to the ferocious voice.

The dark corner behind the neo of the city is a suitable place to hide evil, so does R City, a first-tire metropolis. The car passes by the incident that is thought by Lin as a fight between street gangsters, so she doesn’t want to poke her nose into others’ business.

“Boss, he seems to be dying.” On hearing this, Lin Luoran asks Baojia to reverse the car. After all, it’s one life.

The white headlight is very dazzling, illuminating in the cramped alley. Several figures in different height are startled and fender their eyes with their hands. They are all teenagers except the leader! The leader is a middle-aged man with scars on his face, and his obese figure and white skin serve as a foil to make the centipede-shaped scar even uglier.

The “dying” person curls up in the corner. The scarred man kicks the person but gets no response. It looks like the person on the ground is not doing well.

On seeing this, Baojia grabs Lin Luoran’s arm immediately and is afraid Lin shows sympathy without knowing the real condition and ends up to be a merciful fool.

Lin Luoran makes a booing gesture, indicating that she is not going to get out of the car and signals that Baojia not to make a sound. All of a sudden, Baojia desperately honks the car horn!

“Du… Duwu…”

Car lights shining through the alley, making it like in the day, plus the harsh car honking, the scarred man knows clearly that the people sitting in the car wants to attract people to come here. He spits on the dying man and turns around to leave.

Baojia didn’t let go of Lin Luoran’s hand until several patrolling police are attracted by the shrill roar of the car. Lin wants to tell Baojia now she is as strong as a superwoman except she cannot fly—she guesses Baojia will laugh at her if she tells her. But she is also afraid that this might be a trap to rob passers-by, which has been widely reported this year. Since Baojia is with her, she decides to stay quietly in the car.

“What happened?” The police on patrol also find the figure curled up on the ground, noticing something wrong, and soften his tone.

Lin shakes her head and says, “We found someone beating this man, so we honked the horn to startle them away. We don’t know what happened actually.” Lin and Baojia get out of the car.

The police are somewhat surprised and doubt Lin Luoran’s words. He steps forward and turns around the curling person who astonishes all of them—this a little boy who seems no more than 7 or 8 years old.

Only in a few seconds, they change their feelings of shock into anger.

What appears in front of them is a seven or eight years old boy who is wrapped in an unseasonable, dirty, broken cotton-padded jacket with yellow cotton wool exposed outside. What’s worse, the little boy is skinny with crisscross wounds, some of which are scarred, and others are scarlet on his faces. Obviously, these are not caused one day. God, this is child abuse!

The policeman is too young to react immediately. After a while, he calls 120. But he initially rules out the possibility that the boy was hit by these two women who drive BMW since the crisscrossing scars and the abnormal complexion tells a different story. The little boy opens his eyes tremblingly, and his face flushes due to bad fever. He doesn’t know the three people in front of him. Therefore they may not be the bad people. He is too young and now losing his consciousness, mumbling something in his mouth.

Lin Luoran can hear the two words with her sensitive audition—” Help me… Help me…” The sound is very low like that of a cat, which is pitifully calling for sympathy.

Baojia bursts out tears, and Lin Luoran even squats to grasp his hands, telling him firmly, “Don’t worry. You are safe now.”

From the angel of the little boy, he can only see her contour since she is back to the light. He knows the person gasping his hands is a woman with a pair of glittering eyes like stars in the sky. Although he cannot see what the woman looks like, he feels she is just like his mother in his memory.