After finishing the treatment, Dr. Midorikawa couldn't resist the overwhelming sleepiness and went to sleep again, leaving Taku alone, sitting by the bed and watching over her.
She is so beautiful, especially when she is killing people, people can't take their eyes away; however, she is so weak and pale, as if she could pass away at any time.
She... looks very young, only twenty years old, but she already has a child.
Tuo's expression was a little confused.
The next day, when Su Wanqing woke up, she found a child sleeping next to the bed. Her messy black hair could not hide her enchanting and beautiful face.
——It’s the boy who is more beautiful than the girl.
She sat up and saw the sterilized cotton and needles on the back of her hands. She looked at her surroundings and knew that she was in a small clinic.
The boy was very sensitive and woke up the moment she sat up. He sat up suddenly and stared at her with a pair of dark red eyes.
Such a pair of eyes, whether it was night or day, frightened her.
Su Wanqing sighed softly: "Thank you."
"Take medicine." He poured a glass of water and handed it over.
Su Wanqing looked at the name of the medicine and did not refuse.
The boy watched her take medicine and said, "My name is Tuo."
Su Wanqing said nothing because she didn't want to.
There was a hint of disappointment in the boy's eyes, and he continued: "Sister, let's go home."
It doesn't matter if he doesn't tell her, he will know sooner or later if he is patient.
This time, Su Wanqing did not refuse. She needed rest, and the child in her belly needed it even more.
Following the young man named "Tuo", I walked through several alleys and came to a small room of fifty or sixty square meters.
This is considered a slum in Tokyo.
The room was a bit messy and dirty. Apart from an old TV, there weren't even any decent electrical appliances.
It's like China in the 1960s and 1970s. It's really hard to imagine that a prosperous international metropolis like Tokyo could still have such poverty-stricken residences.
"Sister, you are pregnant, I will give you a bed to sleep on." Tuo pulled Su Wanqing closer to the small bedroom.
There was a low tatami mat and not-so-clean bedding.
"Thank you." Su Wanqing thanked her sincerely.
She was on the run in a foreign country and was hunted by local snakes. Finding a place to rest was a great blessing among misfortunes.
"I'm going to cook a pot of porridge." Tuo asked Su Wanqing to sit down, then went out and went to the door to light the stove.
There are some things belonging to a woman in the house, which should have been left by Tuo's mother before her death.
Many of them are cosmetics and of low quality. There are also some extremely gaudy and revealing dresses that are not likely to be spread on the street by serious women.
I remember last night, Tuo said that his mother died of syphilis.
Probably... a prostitute.
The men who raped her last night were probably his mother's regular customers.
Su Wanqing originally thought she was quite miserable, but now she feels much more relaxed when she compares it.
There are so many unfortunate people in this world that they are hard to count.
About an hour later, Tuo came in carrying fragrant rice porridge, along with a plate of side dishes and two newly bought steamed buns.
"Sister, let's eat."
"Yeah." She didn't refuse. She took a sip of the porridge and felt that her stomach was about to cramp. "It tastes good."
Tuo smiled, like a real child. There was also a hint of warmth in his dark red eyes.