"Xiao Yu, your intuition has never been wrong, and every time it comes to you, it's about life and death."
"I remember you told me before that the day Nan Qingqing came back to the Nan Family, you had this intuition."
Song Yingqing licked her dry lips, her eyes becoming alert.
"As a result, after just a few days, Nan Qingqing set a trap, pushing you down from the second floor and then pretending it was you who dragged her down with you. She only broke her arm, but it caused you severe injuries, covered in blood, nearly losing your life."
"And she shamelessly claimed it was you who pushed her down. Your foster parents didn't believe you, and in their anger, they struck you. Only when they feared you might die did they send you, barely alive, to the countryside to fend for yourself."
Nan Yu recalled those years as if they were in front of her eyes.
