Song Ling'Er wasn't asleep at all.
The past two days had been like a dream, and even now, she was filled with a strong sense of unreality.
That was why she didn't dare to sleep.
She was afraid that if she woke up, she'd discover it was all a fantasy—that she was still in that narrow, filthy shack, enduring her father's abuse.
That would make her break down completely.
For this very reason, the moment Wu Liangchen knocked, she leaped out of bed and opened the door.
"Shh!" Wu Liangchen put a finger to his lips and then pointed outside.
Song Ling'Er understood immediately. She slowed her breathing, doing her best not to make a single sound.
"Good. Now, put on your shoes and come with me," Wu Liangchen said.
