"Hey, miss, miss…"
The owner of the wedding dress shop was startled and gently patted her tear-streaked face like a pear blossom: "Wake up."
She touched her forehead; it seemed a bit warm but not too serious. She patted her face with a bit more force, Wen Nuan's eyelids fluttered but didn't open.
She didn't want to wake up. The feeling of keeping her eyes closed was wonderful. In a daze, she couldn't see those two faces that disgusted her.
The kind-hearted owner didn't dare to think about it too much. She hurriedly supported her with one hand, closed the shop door with the other, and helped her into her car.
"The alley is too narrow, the car can't go in, you'll have to get out here." At the mouth of the alley, the taxi driver glanced at the road and shook his head.
Leng Yan immediately understood, threw down the money, pushed open the car door, and ran towards the other end of the alley.
