As if recalling something, Mu Qing's eyes lit up, "Then how do you explain the marks on your body?"
Su Zijia, already pale, had turned deathly white.
His voice was hoarse, filled with complexity. "Qingqing, did you forget everything you went through before you died?"
How could she forget?
How dare she forget!
Those experiences were nightmares for Mu Qing.
She thought that everything glamorous Su Zijia had, she could reach just by stretching out her hand.
But she never knew about the darkness, dirtiness, and filth under the surface.
She was mistreated like an animal. The physical torture, mental pressure, and insult to her dignity made her wish for death.
Those people were perverts, they were demons! They were not human at all!
Seeing the fear in his sister's eyes, Su Zijia knew she had remembered the memories she had tried hard to forget.
A desperate smile surfaced on his pale face, tugging at one's heartstrings.
