Chenxing bit her lip hard, keeping silent.
In front of those that do not concern her, she never liked to show weakness. She was a girl who appeared gentle on the outside, but had a strong heart.
Wang Yuanyuan continued to utter unpleasant words, but she couldn't get any response from the frail girl, nor could she see the reaction she wanted to see. Feeling bored, she slammed the truck door shut.
She shook off her clothes: "Get this over with quickly."
The truck door was shut again; Chenxing's face turned pale, filled with fear. Her blood-red lips turned white from her biting. She was feeling dizzy from the drugs, barely holding on to her consciousness even while talking to Wang Yuanyuan.
At this moment, she closed her eyes tightly, leaning powerlessly against the hard wall of the truck.
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