Bertha looked at the eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl trembling in the dark corner and said.
"You're safe, you can go home now."
Having finished speaking, Bertha turned around to prepare to leave, when her hand was suddenly grabbed by someone.
Bertha looked at the girl's longing eyes. "I went out to drink with my friends, but I lost them, and my phone was lost. Can you take me home?"
Seeing Bertha seem hesitant, the girl continued. "My name is Faye, sister, please help me."
Bertha looked at her phone, it was now half past nine in the evening.
It's a bit late, the training area seems unsafe.
"Let's go, where is your house?"
Faye said her home address and followed behind Bertha, still holding Berrha's hand tightly, as if she had found a safe place.
It wasn't until she got into the
