Qin Nuo looked at her and asked, "So, have all of you accepted your fate?"
"What can we do?"
"I don't even know how long I've been trapped here. I don't know if my parents and brother are still alive. The fate of the nine of us has fallen into the abyss of hell..."
Lingxiang smiled miserably, and that smile made people feel mixed emotions and sad.
"Can you imagine, Dingxiang was only eighteen when she first came here? Her parents died early, and the family relied on only her grandfather to support her education. Can you imagine how desperate her grandfather must have felt without her?"
"When she first arrived here, she cried for three days and three nights, and her eyes were almost blinded. But she is the strongest among the nine of us. She has never thought about dying. Even now, she has not given up the idea of escaping this hellish place. We have long been numbed by the reality..."
"Haha, sometimes I envy that girl."
Lingxiang changed her smile again, and it was full of self-mockery.
She straightened the sheets, put on a new one, and said, "Actually, Xiaolan is right. You really should leave this place. That man is very emotionally unstable and will kill you one day."
"So, after you have a good sleep tonight, let's leave here."
She spoke softly, picked up a book beside her, and sat down beside her.
For her, reading seems to be the only time to relax. In the world of books, she can temporarily forget all the cruel things in reality.
Qin Nuo said, "Perhaps you should all learn from that girl named Ding Xiang. No matter how desperate a situation is, one should always retain a glimmer of hope, no matter how small it is."
"A fixed point of light can also be infinitely magnified."
Lingxiang blinked a few times, raised her head and looked at Qin Nuo: "So you..."
Qin Nuo looked at her, then scratched his head and looked away, changing the subject: "Do you have any water? I'm a little thirsty after talking so much."
"It's in the side cupboard."
Qin Nuo walked over and opened the cupboard, where all the large and small dishes, chopsticks and quilts were neatly arranged.
Qin Nuo reached out to take a disposable cup, but his eyebrows furrowed when he saw a white, fluffy object.
"What?"
Qin Nuo reached out and pulled it, and the white object flipped over and fell out of the cupboard.
When it fell to the ground, Qin Nuo saw the thing clearly.
It's a dead cat with a cold body!
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