The nurse in the infirmary nodded worriedly and asked him a few simple questions. Then, she pulled the curtains and asked him to wait outside.
An Xiaoyang's small body was lying on the ceiling, her big eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, her face pale.
She allowed them to treat her wounds, change out of her dirty clothes, and wipe her neck, face, and body.
In the end, she slowly closed her eyes and a line of tears flowed down.
She was just an insignificant girl who only wanted to work hard to survive in this world. Why was it so difficult?
If it wasn't for sang nuo, how would she have ended up?
What should she do to escape from all of this?
After everything was settled, she didn't say anything when the nurse in the infirmary asked her. She looked like she had suffered a huge blow and was a little distracted.
After she came out, she was also in a daze. She lowered her head and didn't say anything.
