There was no rest for two days, and Gong Qinghan, who was physically exhausted, collapsed and pale.

On the steps in front of a small hotel that has not yet opened, I sat down directly.

The back is against the one-man tall potted plant.

All around, there was silence.

It was quiet, as if she was the only one in the city.

Looking up at the gray sky,

The nose was sore, and the eye sockets were suddenly red.

It is said that when people are quiet and lonely, they will suddenly feel sad inexplicably.

In her heart, there is too much sadness, pain and sadness that has nowhere to release.

She never confides in anyone about the bitterness in her heart, including when she tells Luo Ziye about her past, she only downplays it.

The pain in this is known only to her.

After all, she is only a 13-year-old child after all, and her heart is almost crushed by hatred.

But the only thing that supports her to live is hatred.

It's already early in the morning, and it's cold.

But what is even colder is Gong Qinghan's heart.

She didn't know if it was because of the silence that made people feel helpless, or because of something else, she suddenly felt tired.

She was so tired that she wanted to put the gun in her hand to her heart, and wanted to end it all.

But she knew she couldn't.

She rested here for half an hour, and for half an hour, she was half-stared.

After a night of travel, hunger entangled her.

She sat quietly on the steps, surrounded by empty and nothing.

And the group of soldiers who were thrown away by her haven't chased after her, and she took advantage of this time to recover her strength.

A few small footsteps sounded, and Gong Qinghan's half-knocked eyes opened suddenly, like a frightened falcon.

Gong Qinghan sat up straight and looked at both sides of the street.

Then in the direction of the left, a black man in scruffy clothes was seen.

Gong Qinghan's vigilance was put down for the most part.

Glancing lightly at the homeless black man, Gong Qinghan leaned back slightly, leaning on the cold potted plant again, and closed his eyes slightly.

She was tired and wanted to take a nap now, but this situation could only allow her to simply rest for a while.

And the sound of footsteps is getting closer and closer to the palace Qinghan.

Gong Qinghan didn't care, thinking that the black man was just passing by, but with the sound of footsteps, he was close to his ears.

Gong Qinghan opened his eyes again.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the black man who had already walked in front of him, only a few steps away from him.

Through the light of dawn, Gong Qinghan saw the greed and lust in the eyes of black people.

And the black man, constantly approaching Gong Qinghan, kept looking at her with a pair of eyes.

A flash of disgust and murderous intent flashed in Gong Qinghan's eyes, and he stood up and left.

And when the black man saw that Gong Qinghan was leaving, he rushed up directly, wanting to hug Gong Qinghan.

Gong Qinghan directly kicked the black man to the ground.

The black man did not give up, and struggled to get up from the ground again, trying to pounce on it.

However, the next moment, what appeared in front of him was a black hole muzzle.

The chilling muzzle of the gun made the black man dare not step forward.

"Garbage." Gong Qinghan scolded coldly in their words.

Then the hand holding the pistol suddenly turned, and the pistol spun in a circle in her hand.

When he looked at it again, Gong Qinghan's hand was already holding the barrel of the gun.

Before the black man could react, Gong Qinghan waved his hand, and the cold and hard butt hit the black man's head directly.

The black man whimpered, and then fell to the ground.

Gong Qing gave the black man a cold look, turned around and left here, ready to go and meet with the hotel that Assi had made an appointment......