C92 Stories in the blood

The way the woman spoke was very strange, as if she was singing an elegant opera. However, whether it was her current posture or what she said, it had nothing to do with elegance.

I stood in the gutter for more than ten seconds, my palms aching and itching, and I didn't dare approach the woman.

It was hard to imagine that I would be frightened by a woman who was unable to move.

To be honest