Kong Hou was startled and immediately wanted to hide.
But she forgot that she was now like a five-year-old human child and couldn't run fast at all.
As Kong Hou was about to be buried by the trash, a pair of warm hands suddenly embraced her, and then that person rolled with her on the ground, avoiding the falling trash.
"Don't be afraid, it's okay now." A gentle voice reached Kong Hou's ears.
Kong Hou looked up and saw a human woman smiling at her. As her gaze moved slightly downward, she noticed the wound on the woman's shoulder. Was this from rescuing her just now?
"Why are you here alone? Where are your family?" The woman picked up Kong Hou, kicked away the trash underfoot, and asked softly.
"I..." Kong Hou looked at the human woman in front of her. She seemed to be in her thirties, dressed simply, with a few strands of white hair mixed in her black hair, especially noticeable. So young and already has white hair?
