1 | A woman sticks her head out the window, jabs at the air and shouts, her words unintelligible, voice thick with rage. | |
2 | And April slips into our arms. | |
3 | Sometimes they darted off. | |
4 | A some cold Yin female sound Shu grounds ring out. | |
5 | A large black car skidded to a halt by the dustbins. |