Hu Ziqiang trudged down the path, seething with resentment. He had no idea where Li Hongmei had disappeared to; he'd run after her, only for her to vanish completely.
'Is she part turtle or something?'
'She's so good at hiding.'
The longer Hu Ziqiang walked, the hungrier he got and the fouler his expression became. He scanned his surroundings, but there wasn't a soul in sight.
As he walked on, Hu Ziqiang suddenly looked ahead and saw her. Li Hongmei was standing amidst a patch of withered yellow weeds, her head bowed.
The sunset's afterglow fell upon her dark, sallow face, illuminating her round, flat features and making her look even uglier. Hu Ziqiang's first instinct was to turn and leave, but he had strong willpower and forced himself to stay put.
Li Hongmei was oblivious to her own appearance. Her eyes were now incredibly swollen from crying. Tears, mixed with dust, were caked onto her skin. Not even the glorious sunset could salvage her looks.
