Mei Mu didn't find the words heartwarming at all; instead, she felt extremely frightened.
She kept stepping back, trying to avoid Mei Shu's hands, but her hair was still tightly held by Mei Shu.
"Don't be so polite. We are sisters. Helping you wash your hair, isn't that something I should do?"
With that, Mei Shu grabbed her long hair and dragged her into the bathroom.
The more Mei Mu struggled, the more painful her scalp was being torn, and her abdominal wound was tearing even more severely.
Eventually, she had no strength to struggle. Her hospital gown was soaked with cold sweat, and the loose strands of hair on her forehead stuck to her face. When Mei Mu looked up, she appeared as if just pulled out of the water.
"Good sister, don't look at me like that. If it were me lying in the hospital bed now, you would treat me the same way."
Thinking of what happened in her previous life, a ruthless glint flashed in Mei Shu's eyes.
