Only a few who were reluctant to leave still resided here, venturing out from time to time, and there had been kidnappings before.
Sheng Shushu had never imagined she would encounter such a situation, nor did she have any experience dealing with it.
She was taken for a bath, strange symbols were drawn on her forehead, and then she was given new clothes.
The fabric was coarse, chafing against her skin, suddenly reminding her of the finicky Sheng Shushu of the past.
She used to find faults with ill-fitting clothes and alter them herself.
Xiao Yu had seen her modifying clothes and later even bought a sewing machine for their home.
With the sewing machine, she became even more creative with alterations, once fashioning a lampshade from old clothing for Xiao Yu.
Reflecting on these memories, she realized that the only person she instinctively thought of now was Xiao Yu.