The girl's eyes were devoid of any spirit. She was an adorable and exquisitely beautiful little girl, but the feeling she gave people was that of a senseless corpse.
Zhou Ze was not a person who was full of love. Many times, he appeared to be selfish and mean. Even if he did good deeds occasionally, it all still depended on his mood at the time.
However, at this moment, Zhou Ze's heart was still tugged. Humans would naturally have intimate and alluring fantasies about beautiful things. But for this girl, such fantasies were completely shattered.
"Where is your home?" Zhou Ze asked.
The girl was silent. She was not afraid, she was just numb as if she had accepted her fate.
Domestic violence wasn't a rare thing in China. Most people had heard about it in their own lives whilst growing up. Many people had even experienced it.
