Once she walked out of the Molly Group, Nelly sat on the curb at the roadside. Her knees felt weak.
Her heart was beating fast. She thumped her right hand hard on her chest twice.
She finally succeeded in repulsing that old man. Although her heart was delighted, she felt really scared just now.
After a while, a pair of black leather shoes appeared on the steps in front of her, and a pleasant voice sounded, "Nelly?"
Nelly raised her head and saw a friendly yet somewhat unfamiliar face.
She stood up in astonishment. "Ethan?"
"It's really you. I was wondering if I got the wrong person. What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"
She shook her head. "I'm fine, Ethan. When did you return from overseas?"
"I've been back for more than a month. We haven't seen each other for about six years, hav
