They coveted her blood.
This sentence echoed in Lu Fengxuan's ears.
She looked down at her slender wrists, images of the first time she was held down on a sickbed by the family doctor, who forcefully drew her blood, appeared before her eyes.
That year, she was only seven years old, like a tiny kitten.
She had thought she'd found a kind family to take her in, only to realize that in the eyes of the Lu family, she was nothing but a cheap source of blood.
Lu Fengxuan lifted her lips in a sarcastic smile and said indifferently, "The Lu family took me in for twelve years, fed me spoiled food, housed me in the servants' quarters, and forcefully took my blood every month to treat their young master, which brought me close to death several times."
"It is only today that I realize that to the Lu family, you have only been cruel, with no kindness to speak of."
