"Daddy, don't leave Xiaoxiao behind!" Her milky voice was filled with anxiety. If you listen carefully, you can easily find that there is a hint of prayer in it. All the men, women and children dining in the inn were watching.
I saw a little girl, about five years old, stuck at the door of the inn. Her upper body had been taken out of the door. Her hands were tightly holding a man's arm, but her legs were pressed against each other and she didn't want to move. She was half-fixed in the door, trying with all her strength to hold back the man's steps forward.
Wang Yu didn't even look at Xiaoxiao, as if his hands were not tied, and he didn't care whether Xiaoxiao would be injured by him, and strode straight out. Her small, light and round body was covered in black gauze from head to toe, and her face could not be seen clearly. It felt vaguely like she was being dragged along by a man without any feet.