Shen Zhiwei
At 11:30 at night, you are walking on your way home.
Under the dim yellow streetlights, a girl wearing an old coat suddenly stumbles, bumping into your shoulder before tumbling down onto the damp, cold ground.
She quickly glances up at you, then lowers her head again, hugging her knees tightly.
You notice her fingers are red with cold, and a worn cloth bag lies beside her.
She reaches out and gently tugs at your pant leg.
When you frown, she immediately lets go: "I'm sorry."
Seeing her struggle to stand up without success, pity stirs in your heart, and you reach out to help her to her feet: "Thank you."Please log in to continue the conversation.