When the train was about to leave, I received a call from Officer Zhao.

He said, "Axin, don't go after Wang Hao anymore, or else..."

He fell silent for a moment on the phone, and then said with bitterness, "Axin, you have to believe that some things, though late, will come."

I told him that I wouldn't act impulsively anymore, because I was already on the train to go to work.

Then, I hid on the platform, mixed in with the crowd, and slipped out of the train station.

I found a way to hitch a ride on a green-passed big truck and made my way to Li County.

This is a border area between two countries, where everything is mixed together.

For someone like me, who grew up in a garbage dump, it was like a fish to water.

After just one week, I had become quite familiar with a local who recycled old clothes, Amu.

Seeing that I was always trying to inquire about the situation on the Myanmar side, Amu looked worried.

He advised me, "Axin, the water over there is too murky, not as safe as it is in the country. You might not make any money and end up getting yourself into trouble!"

I smiled bitterly, recounting the old story about owing a huge debt that I couldn't survive without paying back.

His heart softened, and in the end, he introduced me to a Myanmar man he knew, Xinmang.

Xinmang was very cautious around me, only talking about the old clothes business and keeping everything else tightly guarded.

I knew this was inevitable, but I couldn't help feeling impatient.

Because Wang Hongyu quietly told me that the Wang family planned to send Wang Hao abroad for study.

I didn't have much time left.