苏沫璃在出租车后座缩成一团， reflection on her own situation, her heart feeling rather cold in the warm air of the car. The rain had stopped, but the air still carried a hint of chill, making her more aware of her own vulnerability. The driver, a middle-aged man with a weathered face, hadn't said much, just focused on driving through the city streets. Every now and then, he would glance in the rearview mirror, seemingly curious about her. But she didn't care. As long as the man didn't ask any questions, she could pretend she was invisible.

She had been walking in the alleyway when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her ankle. She couldn't remember what happened, but she knew she had twisted it bad. At that moment, she hadn't thought much, just wanted to get out of that place as soon as possible. She didn't want to cause trouble for anyone. But now, she had to rely on others to take her to the hospital. How could she face people like this?

Thinking of this, her eyes became a little red, but she quickly hid it back.