She slowly raised her head and saw a man with rather refined features. She exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Sishi, come quick! The little brat is hiding here!"
Cheng Shuang certainly didn't want to sit and wait for her death, but the man had obviously accumulated a lot of experience in grabbing children. His big hands were like iron claws. He grabbed her short hair with one hand and her collar with the other, and dragged her upstairs in such a rough way.
She kept nagging and lecturing, "You really are something! He even praised you for being good and spoke well of you! You're just wasting his good intentions! Don't you understand that the more you run away, the angrier he gets? If you're good, he'll let me put some medicine on you after he hits you. You should learn to be content and grateful. Think about all those little brats in the orphanage, which one of them eats better or sleeps better than you? Look, at least you have toys!"
He was referring to the rag doll that Cheng was holding in his hands.
The shadow cast on the wall showed a tall, thin man carrying a small child, while the child carried a small rag doll.
Whether they are children or puppets, they all face a future where they are at the mercy of others...
The freak had already hidden in the man's shadow, ready to snatch the little girl back at any moment.
But the little girl didn't give any instructions. She realized that going back to 1959 wasn't such a bad thing; she would get more clues.
Cheng Shuang's gaze was fixed on the tattered rag doll that had survived the passage of time; it was the only witness to the sudden changes in time.
She hovered beneath the man's large hand, calmly and silently opening her mouth to ask, "Why are we all dead, but you are still alive?"
The lifeless rag doll finally trembled slightly.
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