The rising artist Yi Lan lived in an old neighborhood.
The surrounding environment was noisy, the road conditions were poor, and parking was inconvenient.
When Ning Youguang arrived, she parked her car at the World Trade Center's underground parking lot, a bit farther away, and walked over herself.
When it was time to leave.
She could only carry the painting frame and walk through a few alleys to retrieve her car from the World Trade Center.
Fortunately, the weather was nice today, with little grass sprouting by the roadside, large trees above beginning to bud, and the sunlight gently scattering specks of light on the ground.
She carried a painting frame one meter wide, which was a bit difficult to hold, but didn't bother her much.
Until, when she was about to reach the World Trade Center, someone suddenly brushed by her, running at a rapid speed.
At the same time, she heard a hurried, panicked shout from a middle-aged woman nearby — "My bag! Someone's been robbed."
