Late at night, Monica hugged her legs as she squatted in the dark alley.
Her mind was filled with the images of Jeanne being chased crazily.
She thought about how Jeanne distracted the others to ensure her safety.
Her tears kept falling.
Monica did not know why they were suddenly being chased, but she was afraid that Jeanne would die.
She bit her lips tightly.
Monica was there alone, and her body was trembling.
Those who had not experienced it would never know how torturous this was!
After a while, she heard the sound of a car speeding.
A black car drove into the alley, and an emergency brake was made as it stopped at the entrance of the alley. At the same time, Monica heard someone call out to her anxiously. "Monica, Monica, where are you?!"
Monica cried even more
She had never needed a hug as much as she did at this moment.
