Quiet night, abandoned car yard, moonlight cascading over the uneven ground, a gray mouse scurries by the car wheel and sneaks into another vehicle.
In the center of the car yard, within the dark dead angle formed by dozens of piled-up abandoned vehicles, faint breathing sounds can be heard.
Jiang Li's face is pale, she clenches her teeth, her right hand pressing firmly on her lower right abdomen, blood seeping through her fingers.
"Do you know? I once showed your portrait to my parents, and they really liked it," Pu'er said softly, holding a flashlight in his left hand and a silver pistol in his right, stepping forward with his right foot onto the lush green weeds growing from a gap in the concrete ground as he spoke.
Jiang Li swallowed her saliva, her eyebrows tightly knitted, at this moment, she hadn't used her skills to heal herself.
