Chapter 2 Accidents change life

Last night's showers washed away all the dirt and pollution, returning the small village to a fresh appearance. In this rural area, there is no noise and bustle like in the big city. This helps Sahara to relax on the street without fear of being caught by fans or reporters.

The day before, because she came here too quickly, did not have time to bring any belongings, causing her stomach to fall into an empty state for more than a day. Because she was so shocked by everything that was happening, she felt nothing. Now she has calmed down, her stomach can't help but urge. That's why she disguised herself well to go to the supermarket to buy some nutritious food for herself.

Today, the supermarket just imported new goods, so there are still many delicious foods. Sahara was attentively choosing for herself the most delicious apples when suddenly a voice with a little doubt sounded in her ear.

"Are you Sahara?"

This statement is not a question like the usual way people ask each other, but it is exactly the opponent's affirmation.

As soon as the woman finished speaking, her outstretched arm immediately froze, her face instantly turning white. Her whole body couldn't help shaking, her nails were digging into her palms but she didn't feel any pain, her toes were pointed out, just waiting for this person to act strange, and she will immediately escape.

Sahara feels that her situation is ridiculous. If it was the former, she would be happy to go back to autographing that fan. But now people just hate not being able to mock her, where to get a lover again.

Seeing that the person in front remained in the same position, with no intention of answering her, the woman lost her patience and put her hand on her shoulder. Her tone was not very good:

"Hey, how are you doing?"

This push successfully pulled Sahara's wandering spirit back. She didn't turn around her face still down, pretending to choose apples, and forced a smile:

"No, you... you got the wrong person."

Hearing her say that, the woman's slightly annoyed face just now changed. She raised her hand to touch her chin, her eyes darting from the door to the face that was within inches of her face as if contemplating something.

Although she tried not to notice this woman, her blatant eyes made the hairs on Sahara's body stand on end. She felt that if she remained silent, maybe she would just stand here and watch until tomorrow. So she put her hand down to lower the brim of her hat, turned to face her, and asked in a somewhat unnatural tone:

"What do you mean by looking at me like that?"

Seemingly just waiting for her to ask this question, the woman immediately pointed her finger outside, loudly: "If you are not, why are there so many people outside?"

Following the direction of her arm, Sahara turned her head to look over. If you don't look, just look at her whole body as if someone took a stick and hit her. The whole body stiffened, and the mind gradually became heavy. The woman next to her still talked a lot, but she couldn't hear a word, her ears were full of buzzing sounds.

Outside the supermarket's large lobby, a series of men and women, cameras in hand, stared at the door. That look was very calm, it was very similar to the eyes of a hunter watching his prey, not leaving even for a second, as if they were afraid that if they were just a little careless themselves, the fat piece would fly away...

Her previous shrewdness on stage was gone, her thoughts were in turmoil, and a series of questions popped up in her mind: Why is the reporter here? How did they know she was here?... but right now, no one could answer her.

The bag of apples that she had just carefully selected immediately fell to the ground with a shrill sound. Each juicy red apple rolled on the floor as if signaling a future full of difficulties she was forced to overcome.

In Sahara's mind at this moment, there is only one thought that is running! Only when she ran away could she escape the clutches of these people, and only then could she protect herself. So she didn't care anymore, bent her legs, and ran straight to the door, leaving the woman's surprise and the sales attendant's scolding behind.

However, when she ran to the checkout counter, her steps immediately stopped. The lost reason has now returned, it told her that if she ran out now, wouldn't she put herself in the tiger's mouth?

She wandered around looking for an ideal way to go out undetected. Suddenly, her eyes fell on the group of tourists who were packing baskets. Almost immediately, she pulled down the brim of her hat and mask, blending into the flow of people.

This group of people was very large, but all were strangers, even if Sahara mixed in, no one noticed. So she got out of the supermarket, escaping the clutches of the reporters.

However, before she had time to breathe a sigh of relief, the arm that was hanging loosely at her waist was suddenly grabbed by some force, and along with it was a strong smell of alcohol that hit her nose. Before she had time to react, her arm was already being pushed backward.

That pull was so strong, it made her whole body fall to the ground, the leaf hat she used to cover her face just like that. She only had a mask on her face, but someone took away soon it after.

At this time, Sahara felt furious. She put her hands on the ground to stabilize her body, to see who just pulled her, but she still couldn't stand, her hair was grabbed and pulled back. Next, a stylishly dressed woman walked up to her and slapped her across the face.

Her body reflexively fell to the ground, and her left cheek felt a burning pain. The hands that once held the big and small prizes collided with the ground, creating different light and heavy injuries. Sahara feels that this world is crazy. People who openly beat people like this are also crazy.

The woman who took action just now saw her lying on the ground with no reaction and immediately assumed that she was pretending. So she came over and sat on top of her again, reaching out her hand to slap her, constantly cursing her mouth.

"You bastard, you dare to seduce her husband. She'll show you today!"

Not waiting for the woman's next slap to come down, not knowing where the strength came from, Sahara suddenly pushed her aside, and the whole person stood up. She stared at the bewildered face below, and raised her hand to warn:

"Go home and sleep when you're drunk. Don't go out and bite like that?"

The woman staggered and fell to the ground. Something unbelievable happened, her eyes widening, her hand pointing back at her, her mouth stammering at a loss for words. Then, in front of her fierce eyes, she just fell on the street crying like a child.

"Those little three are so brave now... they dare to beat their wives like this..."

The noise here was so loud that it successfully attracted the attention of everyone around, everyone flocked here to watch the fun. Sahara was not shaken by this abuse, she bent down to pick up her hat and mask and turned to leave. But before her that could be put on, she saw reporters like bees breaking out of a hive, rushing to this side, their camera flash flashing continuously.

Seeming to have noticed something out of the ordinary, the woman lying on the ground immediately jumped to her feet, clutching her hand and not letting go. Seeing the distance between herself and the reporters getting narrower, Sahara punched this person in the face with force, then dashed out into the street.

Unh...

A loud crash resounded, making the people present immediately stunned.

Sahara felt her head transmit a wave of dizziness, her whole body ached as if it was being torn apart, her whole body flew up into the air and then fell straight down the road. Her consciousness gradually became hazy, the last image she saw before closing her eyes was a series of camera lenses like giant eyes aiming at her.