The dusk was like an overturned inkstone, dyeing the sky into a chaotic gray-blue. Su Wanqing staggered up from the wet stone road. The blood dripping from her forehead mixed with the rain and dripped into her collar, making her shiver with the cold. The sudden car accident three days ago caused her to lose consciousness. When she opened her eyes again, she was lying in this place called Qingping Town, becoming a helpless orphan.
