Su Ziceng could no longer remember how many times she had tried to befriend the black woman guarding her. With her hands and feet bound, and communication difficult, the only normal way to show friendliness was with a smile. A smile, like crying, is without borders.
Every day, the sole task of the sturdy black woman was to guard her. Su Ziceng's smiles seemed to have no effect on her.
Yet there seemed to be some effect, because Su Ziceng noticed that her gaze had softened when looking at her, and the gesture used to give her food had changed from throwing to placing.
"Ba Cha," Su Ziceng had heard the people outside call the black woman by this name several times, although she was still unclear if this was indeed the black woman's name, but Su Ziceng still risked calling it out once.
At first, the black woman ignored her, only giving her suspicious glances.
