But recently, she had always been punished because of Ji Anning, and of course, she couldn't accept it, feeling wronged.
Seeing her younger sister cry so heartbreakingly, Ji Xiangting glared at Ji Anning with clenched teeth, "Ji Anning, you're pleased with yourself now, aren't you?"
Yes, she was very pleased!
A girl of fifteen or sixteen should be pure and kind, but she, Ji Ruoqian, hadn't seen even a bit of kindness in her to this day.
At the age of seven, she put a snake in her bedding; at ten, she deliberately stabbed her own arm with a knife when no one was around and framed her, causing her to be punished by kneeling for an entire day and night without a drop of water; at twelve, she set a fire that almost burned her to death.
'Save me, save me...'
'An'an, don't be scared, give me your hand.'
'An'an, I beg you, open your eyes, open your eyes, don't leave me behind.'
