Nancy Ning woke up again and found herself lying in a dark alley.
The alley is short, narrow and cramped, and not far in front is an overturned trash can, filled with an unpleasant smell that makes the tip of the nose itchy.
She stood up and took a look at what she looked like now.
Wearing a T-shirt on his upper body and jeans with several slits on his legs, the whole person has a non-mainstream feeling.
Is this crossing again?
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