Ling Yufei, who was alone in Paris, was not in good health, and in recent days, he was always awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night.

She placed herself under the gushing showerhead, let the hot water warm herself, dried her hair, and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a glass of red wine in her hand.

The bright night of Paris can no longer arouse the deep amazement in her heart, in her heart, Ningjiang will always be the most beautiful city, far away from her homeland, far away from her relatives, loneliness like an invisible net rushing towards her.

She wrapped one hand around her body and smiled wryly.

Tonight's Wu family should be the most lively ever, except for her, Yue'er's close friends should have arrived, she was happy for her, Leng Mingxian did not die, returned to her side, years of waiting, finally paid off.

Compared with Yue'er, how worthless is her waiting, since she met him at the age of twelve, it has been sixteen years, what is she to him?

She closed the curtains, drank the wine in one gulp, sat on the floor, folded her hands on her knees, buried her face deep in her knees, and the beginning of the nightmare appeared before her eyes.

That year, when she was 12 years old, she was kidnapped as Wu Qihao's daughter, and when her kidnappers realized that they had kidnapped the wrong person, the three men discussed in front of her whether to blackmail her parents.

She was tied hand and foot, covered her mouth, she could hear what they were saying, but it was useless to struggle, one of the men left the dilapidated building first, and the remaining two men kept drinking and smoking, and at ten o'clock in the evening, one of them came to her drunkenly, smiling and touching her body, and kept saying "let my uncle be cool", he tore her clothes.

She screamed silently, struggling, the pain of burning fire at the touch of her dirty hands, and just when she thought she was going to be raped, the man lying on top of her fell to the side.

Behind him, a tall, but pitifully thin young man stood with a stick in his hand.

Her tears welled up like a tidal wave, and he crouched down to untie the rope from her, threw his shirt over her, and gently embraced her into his arms.

"It's okay, the bad guys have been knocked down."

She wept bitterly in the arms of a stranger, fearful of being driven away by a warm breath.

Just when she thought she could get out, another man woke up, slashed at him with a watermelon knife in his hand, he pushed her away, and entangled with the man with his bare hands, she stood aside in horror, watching the watermelon knife cut through his abdomen, and the man was punched in the head by him and passed out.

"Let's get out of here quickly." He took her hand and ran desperately.

Ling Yufei will never forget that night, he dragged her to run for more than half an hour, found a convenience supermarket, taught her how to go in and call the police, and his encouraging smile has always been engraved in her heart.

"You're hurt." After making the phone call, she ran out of the supermarket, looking at his bloody abdomen distressedly.

"It's fine, just scratched, it'll be fine soon." He pulled her away from the sight of passers-by and hid aside to prevent the bad guys from coming over, "Uncle Police will come later, you will be safe if you follow them." ”

"What about you?"

"I have to hide, I have lived in that unfinished building for several months, the police uncle investigates, I will definitely be suspected, I am a person who fights and brawls, I have reported to the nearby police station countless times, today is a good thing, but the police uncle will not believe me."