Ternura Selvagem
Bai Li vivia em uma família reconstituída que, apesar de parecer rica e glamorosa por fora, estava na verdade apodrecida e deteriorada por dentro. Ela desenhou uma história em quadrinhos para conseguir o dinheiro necessário para fugir de casa. Nunca imaginou que, no caminho, os personagens de sua história em quadrinhos acabariam surgindo na vida real. Naquele dia, o vento soprava forte. Ela viu a silhueta familiar se afastando cada vez mais e, em meio à tempestade, correu atrás dele. O rapaz tinha um olhar duro e impiedoso, segurava um cigarro entre os dentes e, ao se virar, perguntou: — Você me observa há tanto tempo, me conhece? Bai Li não sabia como explicar, só conseguiu balançar a cabeça. Porque o modelo do personagem da história em quadrinhos, seu meio-irmão, já estava morto há muito tempo. Quando ela achou que o rapaz iria embora com o guarda-chuva, ele o colocou em suas mãos. —
Ternura Selvagem
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Chapter 1 Collision at the Street Corner 1
“Don’t panic, don’t panic.”
“When the sun sets, there is still moonlight.”
In the bustling hall of the high-speed railway station, a crisp ringtone rang out from some unknown corner. Unable to find its source, it was soon drowned in the clamor of the crowd.
Bai Li fished out her phone. Seeing the name on the screen, her right eyelid twitched, but she couldn’t ignore the call.
After a brief inner struggle.
She took a deep breath, turned the call volume down to the lowest, and pressed the answer key, her voice soft: “Mom.”
A brief silence followed.
Her mother’s voice came, sharp with anger: “Bai Li, why didn’t you come home after the exam?”
Bai Li pressed her palm hard, her question slow and painful: “Did my sister come home?”
For a moment, her mother seemed to choke, not answering her question.
Bai Li struggled to breathe the thin air, but her lips gradually curved. “She’s been home for a while, hasn’t she? Mom, why did you only just notice I wasn’t home?”
Her retort seemed to infuriate her mother even more, though for some reason she didn’t dare to explode, only lowering her voice as she said:
“Fine, fine. So you’ve suffered a little and now you’re playing runaway? Do you think this makes you special? Even if you’re going through a rebellious phase and want some adult attention, isn’t there a limit? I hope you’ll be sensible, stop being so childish. It’s still early—come home now.”
Her mother’s rebuke seemed to drain all Bai Li’s e
