In the early morning of Chongqing in the old days, it was like a cloud of mist in a carved glass bowl, dipped in water, spread out on a small surface, and printed on the sky in blood-red color.
Lin Shumeng temporarily stayed at her uncle's house due to her family situation. The window of her room could see the entrance to the courtyard. From the window, she often saw a girl wearing work clothes riding a bicycle. She was about the same age as her and had short hair. She noticed the strength of her two arms with sleeves rolled up.
Lin Shumeng didn't understand it at that time.
It was the eve of the Chongqing bombing.
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