In a room decorated in pink, a young girl was lying on the bed with a numb face and tears all over her face.
Ning su covered her with the blanket and said to her gently, " Qing 'er, be good. You're tired. Just rest for a while.
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Ning Qing closed her eyes and nodded without saying a word.
Ning su looked at her with a dazed look in his eyes, and his hands trembled unconsciously.
She couldn't forget the scene just now. The young girl's white dress hung on her body and she hugged herself tightly with both hands. Her face was full of despair and emptiness, and tears flowed without restraint.
Her exposed skin was blue and purple, and not a single part was intact. There were even bite marks on her neck and collarbone that were already bleeding.
The two sisters had been raised well by their parents and had always been delicate. Whenever they were slightly knocked, the marks on their skin would be very serious.
