Late at night, Yancheng's temperature plummeted.
Lian Qingyi had nowhere to go, so she pulled her suitcase and sat inside the bank's ATM lobby.
During that time, she considered calling her friends countless times, but when it came to making the call, she would immediately hang up, still unable to put aside her so-called pride.
At that moment, a few homeless men passed by outside, occasionally glancing into the lobby.
Lian Qingyi, drenched in a cold sweat, could only shrink into a corner, trying as much as possible to avoid being noticed.
It wasn't until the homeless man had gone that Lian Qingyi was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, and when she touched her forehead, it was already soaked.
But moments later, the homeless man came back. As the automatic door opened, Lian Qingyi screamed in fright and then dashed away from that terrifying place, pulling her suitcase behind her.
She didn't want to stay in such a frightening place.
