Anxiety enveloped Du Qianqian like a sprawling net, smothering her soul.
Five minutes ago, she was a murderer. Ten minutes ago, she was a Dancing Girl. Seven months ago, she was a trainee commercial spy. Ten years ago, she was a little girl from the southwest border of Xia District.
So remote was her home that none sought it out. Her parents were poor and unhealthy. Qianqian had always wanted to support her family, to become the pillar that would ease her parents' distress. She pledged to work hard to buy a big house for her family, and back then, their relationships were heartwarming. When she revealed her potential as a Witch, her parents didn't hesitate to deal with a middleman and sold her to Heavenly Cardinal Manufacturing for 300,000—how overjoyed they were.
Forced to live in a glass cage-like laboratory, she was then traded to Kyoto Infinity. She heard she was worth a lot of money, yet Qianqian felt nothing. If she truly were of immense value, then why was she penniless?
