From layout to counterattack, and then to the end, she never thought about seeking help from anyone.
Naturally, that included him.
Now, when the topic came up, Ming Ge held her cellphone to her ear with one hand, and absentmindedly stabbed at the decorative broccoli on her plate with a silver dinner knife, slightly guilty, she whispered softly, "Ahem, this... I forgot."
In her past life, which was deprived of light for ten long years, she too had longed for someone to come and save her...
Unfortunately, there was no one.
When the old man lay on the hospital bed, withering and at death's door, there was no one.
When Ming Ci was sentenced to twenty years in prison for intentional assault, spending her best youthful years grinding away in jail, there was no one.
When she could only live in a dark, damp basement, there was no one.
From beginning to end, it was just her alone.
So, she gradually got used to being self-reliant, not depending on anyone—
