If she remembered correctly.
At this moment, Lin Jingyi hadn't awakened her superpower yet and was living in dire straits.
This alley was not only poor, but also filthy.
The narrow path was surrounded by piles of all sorts of trash, and a swarm of flies was BUZZING and darting about everywhere.
A faint stench hung in the air.
In every doorway of the small alley stood a sallow, emaciated woman, timidly staring at the passersby. Their eyes were dull, their faces weary.
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP.
The sound of a violent struggle came from nearby.
Feng Moxi quickly took a few steps forward and saw a man viciously kicking a woman who had collapsed on the ground at the alley's corner.
The woman could only curl up in the corner, clutching her head tightly, without even making a sound of crying.
Her entire being radiated an aura of deathly despair.
The man was not only sallow and gaunt, but also scruffy and unshaven.
He looked no different from a beggar on the street.
