Diya clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, and a greenish-white color appeared on her fingertips.
After living through such an unbearable experience, she only felt that she had a nightmare, but she would never wake up from it.
She had long understood that perhaps in this lifetime, she would never be able to confess to Ming Ye.
This kind of feeling, in the end, seemed to be too lowly.
Even she looked down on herself, what else was there to say?
She simply lost the strength to like a person.
It was as if even the air was gray, she had an uncontrollable heartache, and was unable to control the replaying of those extremely dirty images in her mind.
Moreover, Ming Ye was also there at that time. He saw it clearly, he knew that she had been trampled on by those people in such a disgusting manner.
She thought that she could forget it, but this nightmare was probably not going to clear up.
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