All the girls were brought here, but where's Xiaojiu?
Two men with guns came in through the entrance. Lu Bai quickly slipped into a room. A girl was curled up on the bed, constantly convulsing, with a row of needle marks on her arm. Her frail body was curled up on the cold floor, her black hair covering her face. She looked particularly small, even smaller than Xiaojiu, just a child. Lu Bai had no time to care about others. He vaguely heard the girl shouting, Dad, Mom, sister... She was speaking in Chinese, a language many in C country aren't very good at, but it's spoken in many places. Lu Bai happened to understand Chinese, and in such places, it's rare to see a Chinese girl.
Curious, Lu Bai turned her over and saw a youthful yet beautiful face, with a complexion pale as paper. The handcuffs almost sank into her flesh, blood and flesh blurred; she looked exceptionally miserable.
