Inside the room, a woman heard the noise and came out as well. It was the same sister from before, but now with her makeup removed, she appeared as a middle-aged woman.
She looked at the little girl with pity, quickly fetched a towel from inside, wet it with cold water, and pressed it against the girl's face.
At the same time, the middle-aged woman reproached the man, saying, "You wild beast, not working means not working, we can just take more medicine. What's the point of getting angry at her? If you hurt her and can't sell her, you'll regret it."
The little girl had delicate features, exuding a sense of nobility all over. In the hands of the traffickers, a child like her was a money tree, a goldmine for them.
"I know, I know."
The man spat impatiently and turned to walk back inside, grumbling, "I'll avoid hitting the face next time, troublesome."
...
"Sob sob... crash..."
The little girl faintly heard the sound of the train wheels colliding with the asphalt road.
