it aside, continuing to hold the knife at the door, afraid someone might come in again.Lin Jinran looked at Zhao Mei's face, weathered by wind and frost, finding it hard to imagine how many doors she...one hourneeded to find a place to hide.In an old man's house, on the attic floor of a narrow lane, one passed through creaking stairs and entered a dim room.The old woman, seeing that Lin Jinran’s suit was to...