I Trafficked in College.

I looked at my girlfriend lying on the broken bed made of stone bricks in the old wooden house. Her arms were twisted in extremely strange postures. She was so skinny that she seemed to be only about ten years old. The emotions in my heart surged like a tide, but it only took a moment before I suppressed it. My heart was still, and I was silent for a moment. I silently followed Yapo who was beside me and left... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.