Under the streetlight, the little girl huddled in a large hooded sweater and squatted beside the road. 1... 6... 109 Cars, counting and sighing. There was a young boy at the door of a billiard hall in the distance. One of them seemed to have noticed this. He crossed the road and stood next to the girl. "Aren't you going home?" The girl knew who it was without looking up and listening to the voice. "How can a wild cat have a home?"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
