Hearing this, Song Qian's face turned ghostly pale in an instant.
Distressing memories assailed her, and her heart ached unbearably.
If it weren't for Jiang Hua, she wouldn't be in such a wretched state!
It was all his doing!
Talking about being childhood sweethearts, loving her deeply?
All nonsense!
Had he not lost money gambling that year, she wouldn't have been gang-raped by the underworld, and if not for him, she wouldn't have been swindled out of all her money!
Now, the care and attention of a childhood sweetheart were nothing more than an attempt to atone for the debt owed from the past!
If Song Qian hadn't met her husband, she would have died at the hands of those bastards long ago. Unfortunately, her husband incurred a huge debt to redeem her, and they were tricked and sold to Northern Myanmar.
Eventually, her husband died there!
Had Lu Kaiyang not sent someone to rescue her, she and her unborn child would probably be gone as well.
