I don't know when he left that day.

　　The muddy ground almost merged with me.

　　I was naked, and all I could see was darkness.

　　If Jiang Zhe had never been born, it would be better.

　　If I had never come to this world, it would be better.

　　Zhou Wei appeared at this time.

　　I didn't know her.

　　But she accurately called out my name.

　　She took off her own clothes and covered me, carefully wiping the mud off my face.

　　Then tremblingly, she helped me stand up.

　　She took me to the police station.

　　And she sent me back home.

　　In fact, it was already midnight when I returned.

　　When I opened the door, my supposed father was unusually sitting in the living room.

　　But he just glanced at me.

　　Overlooked my messy hair, overlooked my dirty and torn clothes, overlooked my embarrassed and unpleasant body.

　　Then immediately averted his gaze, just like before.