Wedge
"How dare you run! You don't think you've been beaten enough, don't you! I'm going to break one of your legs today and let you taste the pain!" The sounds of sticks, beatings and scoldings, and the sound of flesh being ripped apart were intertwined with the girl's screams. Blood fell to the ground drop by drop, like flowers blooming on the road to hell.
Song Jiayan suddenly woke up from the nightmare, and all he saw was darkness and deathly silence. The girl froze for a moment, looking around after her eyes adapted to the dark environment. Fortunately, this is my room. The girl let out a long sigh of relief.
At this time, a man cautiously opened the door and quietly walked to the bedside and sat down while holding his breath. He turned around and met the girl's eyes. "Why are you awake? Did you have another nightmare? It's okay. It's all over. Just have a good sleep." The man rubbed the girl's head, and there was a hint of distressed smile in his low and hoarse voice.
The girl put her hand in the man's calloused palm and closed her eyes again.
This is the 105th day since the large-scale transnational trafficking case was solved.
This was also the 105th day that Song Jiayan was rescued by the special forces led by Fu Yansen.
"I was once stuck in a quagmire, but fortunately I met you and saw the vastness of the country and the whole world."
——Excerpted from Song Jiayan's diary