Gong Ning's face turned pale uncontrollably, her eyes became slightly unfocused, and her pupils were filled with countless threads of fear and panic. She subconsciously wanted to escape from this place!

"I gave you a chance, Gong Ning!" Gong Xiangru grabbed her arm, her voice icy as if from the depths of hell, "Since you're unwilling, then I'll help you. From now on, you'll still be that cowardly, timid, and withdrawn Gong Ning. The halo of the Gong family's young lady can only belong to me!"

She pressed the button again, and the light in the room brightened up a few degrees, bringing the surrounding environment to life with the 3D simulator.

Many people in white coats appeared, holding scalpels. On the operating table lay a little girl of five or six years old, her face pale and thin, her big eyes empty and lifeless. She lay there motionless, blinking only once every few minutes to show that she was still alive.

His arms, thin as sticks, were covered with countless purplish-blue needle marks, and there was hardly a patch of intact skin.

In the end, her arms became so thin and weak that they were not even as thick as a slightly larger syringe.

The images, frame by frame, were immersive, accompanied by a constant stream of cold and irritating English conversation, discussing the girl's clinical reactions and how the new reagent injections were causing them excitement.

Gong Ning wanted to hug herself tightly; she felt so cold and in so much pain.

Why, even after a lifetime, does she still feel so much pain, so cold, and so desperate to escape?

It turns out that time is not a panacea; it cannot heal wounds, and she will still feel this much pain.

Her legs were so weak she could barely stand. Gong Xiangru grabbed her arm, helping her to her feet, her voice filled with a frenzied madness, "Look at this, this is your past, Gong Ning's past—being treated like a helpless drug addict. Someone with such a shameful past, what right do you have to wear the halo of the Gong family's little princess and steal what belongs to me? Gong Ning, you don't deserve it. If it weren't for the rescue from the entire Gong family, you would have died thirteen years ago. What face do you have to blame the Gong family, blame Mom and Dad, blame me? This is all what you deserve!"

Gong Ning trembled all over, instinctively wanting to refute what she said, but for some reason a strong external force was forcing her to accept these absurd statements.

She bit her lip, shook her head repeatedly, and the light in her eyes gradually dimmed, like the passing of time.

A-Lin sensed something was wrong with Gong Ning and quickly jumped out, "Your Highness, Your Highness, don't be afraid! Those things are all in the past. Gong Xiangru was using hypnosis. Don't fall for it, Your Highness!!!"

Ah Lin's loud shout made Gong Ning tremble. The next moment, she pushed Gong Xiangru away abruptly, her hazy eyes regaining some clarity. "Stop talking!"

Gong Xiangru was stunned, then a look of shock flashed in her eyes. She seemed unable to believe that Gong Ning's willpower was so strong, and she opened her mouth, "You..."

Upon seeing Gong Ning trembling against the wall, her breathing ragged, a knowing glint flashed in his eyes. She was clearly putting on a brave face.

But then she was a little surprised; Gong Ning had indeed grown a lot over the years, and had even managed to regain some of her senses.

The abusive experience she endured back then had a devastating impact on Gong Ning. For the past thirteen years, that memory has been an untouchable taboo and a sensitive issue for the Gong family and even for Gong Ning herself.

At this moment, Gong Ning was only one drastic measure away from falling into an abyss of no return.