C420 My hands and feet are cold

Nona didn't drive the taxi in order to keep a low profile. She got off the taxi and walked to a place where she couldn't care less. Within ten minutes, a large patch of moisture covered Nona's back.

"Pfft, what kind of smell is this?" Nona waved her hand and covered her nose as she quickly walked in front of a pile of feces.

Although Nona had come from a poor family and had suffered a lot