The hotel was located at the end of the alley. Amidst total darkness, only a room on the third floor was lit.
Han Fei had stood downstairs for a while before starting to head upstairs.
He avoided all surveillance and silently appeared outside a specific room.
The dim light shone through the door crack, illuminating the corridor and allowing Han Fei to faintly hear the laughter of a girl inside.
The illness had not defeated the girl; she remained positive and optimistic in front of her mother, perhaps believing this was the only thing she could do for her.
Fu Yi and her mother were impoverished and struggled with life, in addition to the burden of high medical expenses, but when together in their small rental, it took the shape of a home.
Knocking lightly on the door, Han Fei did not want to keep running away.
"Who is it?" Fu Yi's mother called out toward the living room door, asking Fu Yi to stay in bed while she approached the door.
