Meng Yu walked aimlessly in the heavy rain, without a penny in his pocket and only a thin school uniform. The neon lights of the city blurred into a halo in the rain and fog, but could not illuminate the road under his feet. He did not dare to seek refuge with any of his relatives. Meng Zhenbang had already ruined his reputation completely. Those people were either afraid of Meng Zhenbang's power, or they scorned him as a "stoker".
I don't know how long I have been walking. My legs are as heavy as lead, and my physical strength has been exhausted. Just when he was about to lose his strength, he caught a glimpse of an abandoned subway station entrance in front of him, which seemed to provide shelter from the rain. He staggered over and ran into the darkness.
There was a musty and rusty smell in the subway station, and the water reached my ankles and was bitingly cold. Meng Yu huddled in the corner, trembling all over, and his consciousness began to blur. Hunger, cold, and despair overwhelmed him like a tide. He could feel his life passing by little by little. Was he going to die in this unknown corner like this?
"Damn it, I won't give in!" Meng Yu gritted his teeth and dug his nails into his palms. The pain kept him awake for the last time. He was only eighteen years old, before he had time to seek justice for his mother, before he made that bastard Meng Zhenbang pay the price, how could he die like this?
