Si Xiaohui was the last to get out of the police car. Her eyelids were swollen and her eyes were dull. Her hair was a mess, looking like a bird's nest, and stains were all over her clothes. She cautiously followed behind the police officer, her usual haughty demeanor at home completely gone. She looked pitiful and distraught.
"Xiaohui," Tong Yao called out.
Startled, Si Xiaohui slowly raised her head and stared blankly at Tong Yao and Si Chen for a while. Once she confirmed it was them, she burst into tears with a loud cry.
"Brother," she sobbed.
"It's fine now." Si Chen walked up to Si Xiaohui, patted her shoulder gently. Si Chen, who was always cool and composed, was not accustomed to comforting others. For him, this gesture already meant an intimate contact.
Releasing all her fear in an instant, Si Xiaohui was gripped with a dreadful retrospection. Her lips trembled as she sobbed: "Brother, Ma...Ma Xiulan is a human trafficker. I almost got sold by her."