I stayed in Hai city for one night and planned to take the next day's bus to returnto Liang city.

In the evening, I had insomnia in the hotel.

the scenes of the past fewer years were replayed like a street lamp in my mind.

Fourteen years ago, my father was the vice mayor of Liang City, and he playedan important role in the political arena of Liang City.

As we all knew that the big tree will suffer more.

When my father had morepower, he will be hatred by more people.

Enemy in the political arena will doanything to achieve their goals at all costs!" When I was six years old, my sister (who was five years older than me) and I waskidnapped by a group of people.

We were trapped in a small hotel for two days,then my sister and I jump out of the window to save a life.

But my sister’s leg wasbroken during the process.

I cried in horror and the crying alarmed the robbers.Then we were caught again, they beaten us severely.

My sister even lost herconsciousness and had a high fever of more than 40 degrees.

Later, I was abducted and sold to a remote mountain village in the northwest.

But my sister is nowhere to be found......

The family that bought me was live in the ditch, they lived in the dilapidatedhouse, the couple had married for more than ten years, but they did not have achild, thus they collected 8,000 yuan to buy me from the traffickers.

I tried to escape after being abducted.

I hided in the mountains for a day and anight.

When my adoptive parents found me, they beaten me heavily.

There, Ineed to do farm work and I need work on the ground.

I have no warm clothes allmagic

year round, and my food is invariable potato steamed bun.

Even now I remindthat kind of life, I am all trembling! We will know some of the sufferings only after suffering it, if I had never lived inthe ditch, I may still be a greenhouse flower, and could not stand a bit ofsuffering.

When I was ten years old, the son of our widow neighbor came back from big cityand he bought a mobile phone.

I took the opportunity to call 110 secretly thatmobile phone.

Finally, I was rescued! Sometimes, I think life is joking with me.

When I waited my parents in the policestation,they had a car accident on the highway and then died after ineffectiverescue.

I cried for several days after hearing the sad news, and I blamed myself for killingthem.

If they did not come to pick me up, they would not die.

At their funeral, I swore that I would find my sister and find out who hadkidnapped us, and then I would never let that person go! Now fourteen years has passed, all the evidence is gone.

The Public SecurityBureau is just pay lip service.

As for my sister's whereabouts, it's like looking fora needle in a haystack.

I always pay attention to the cases of abduction and trafficking uncovered inrecent years.

I don't let any trace go.

I believe my sister must be alive.

But today, the woman who broke her leg gave a heavy punch to me! My sisterwas 11 years old when she was abducted.

At that time, she had a high fever andhad lost her consciousness and her leg was broken.

Traffickers can't treat herkindly, so is she still alive? Even if she was alive, would she break her leg by others and beg in the streetnow? Or, as for her age, it's most likely to be sold to men as wives.

I've heard thatsome girl would be sold to remote areas to have children for man at the age ofthirteen or fourteen.

The more I think about it, the more frightened I am.

Finally, I huddle up and hidein the quilt......In the evening, I dreamed of that woman who had broken her leg.

Her faceturned into my sister’s.

She looked at me resentfully and accused me of notsaving her, thus her leg had been amputated by others.

I woke up from my sleep with scream in horror.

"I can't wait any longer.

I can't waste any more time.

I want to save her.

I hurt her.If I did not cry at that time, we couldn't be caught." I opened the quilt and took outmy cell phone from my bag, then I found Katherine's phone number in myaddress book.

"Katherine, please send your uncle's telephone number to me.

I have somethingto do with him."

Wayne Gilbert, only he can help me......

My whole body feel weak, and I was very confused.

And the words---Wayne Gilbert are like a floating wood when I was drowning......

Suddenly, I found that everything was not important, even the pride, self-esteem,face or even body was not important.

if I could find my sister, I don't care if I sellmy dirty body.

"Ah, Lydia, are you kidding me.

You want my uncle's phone in the middle of thenight.

Are you not dreaming and creaming in the evening?" "Katherine, I need his help." Then Katherine sent Wayne Gilbert’s phone to my mobile phone.

Looking at thisunfamiliar phone numbers, I saw a glimmer of at once.