Seven hundred miles north of Ningbo, on a lonely stretch of the
Rongwu Expressway, Cherry noticed someone sitting

in the backseat and started screaming.

Weng glanced quickly, expecting to see Mr. Yi’s father,

but instead it was the face of a man he didn’t know,

wearing a sad, vacant expression.

Cherry was so hysterical, Weng had to pull

to the side of the road.

When the car stopped, she flung open the door

and ran into the middle of a field.