"I saw her so young, all alone on the bus late at night, so I asked her what her name was..."
"She said her name was Lin Yunduo, that she was five years old, and she wanted to go home to find her mom and dad. Her mom had told her to take the number 6 bus, and after 6 stops, she would be home..."
Duoduo was grinning foolishly with her smile, but Lin Jianming and Song Qingwei had their hearts in their throats, struggling to breathe.
The words of Shen Siyuan seemed to transport them back to times past.
"As she spoke, she was always holding her head with both hands. I saw gory and crisscross wounds on her neck, with a huge gash. I was truly worried her head would fall off..."
"And then, because she was saddened and lowered her head, her little head did truly fall off..."
Upon hearing this, Song Qingwei looked again at Duoduo's neck, while Lin Jianming's face was full of confusion. His gaze fell upon her neck, and only then did he notice a faint blue line there.