There are always people who don't love her.
Someone always hurts her.
God doesn't favor her at all.
"It hurts so much... I don't want to live anymore, I don't want to at all... Those people are so scary, I want to vomit... I've never..." She paused, her tone soft and slow, "I've never smelled... such a disgusting smell..."
"They pulled my hair... dragged me roughly..."
"I know."
Pan Shu forced her lower lip to bend, "I feel so painful that I want to die... Don't save me..."
With every word she spoke, the faces of the five men present turned paler.
She seemed to be tired, slowly closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep.
Cold sweat soaked her hair.
He Jiali picked up a knife from the operating table with an expressionless face, and without saying a word, he pushed the door open and left.
They all knew what he was going to do.
That's what they thought.
So, they will clean up the mess.
Without leaving a trace.
In the rain, blood flowed like a river.
The men's rough screams came one after another.
The boy was like the god of death himself.
Vicious and insensitive.
The cold blade reflected the boy's dead and indifferent black eyes.
The rain flowed down his black hair and past his cold thin lips. He spoke softly, "Why, do you want to hurt her?"
She clearly did nothing wrong.
She is clearly a jewel in someone's palm.
They carefully cared for this beautiful rose, but why did it still wither and become lifeless?
If only he hadn't been so persistent back then.
If he suppressed the love that was driving him crazy.
Would she not be hurt like this...
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