497: Regaining Her Memories 4

Regaining Her Memories 4

Guilt burgeoned in Mu Wanrou's eyes in that instant, but she quickly suppressed it inside, and then she shot her a cold glare at once. Taking large strides to her, she raised her hand high and swatted it across her face!2

SMACK!

Yun Shishi was unable to avoid her hand in time and reeled back from the impact.

A red and swollen imprint emerged on her face right away.

With a blank gaze, she touched her scalding cheek and glared at her in slight disbelief.

"B*tch, what are you looking at?! You should also be familiar to the concept of 'too much'! Aren't you just a reincarnation of a vixen spirit? Looking innocent and harmless… You're actually a vile creature!"

She spouted that through gritted teeth. The rage and wrath in her eyes seemingly yearned to grind her bones into ashes!

Yun Shishi was triggered by her bold and careless remark. A shade of fury crept into her eyes. "On what grounds do you call me vile?!"

"You dare to rebut?!" she demanded. She was about to send another slap to her face, but Yun Shishi gripped her wrist tightly and returned her a tight slap.

SMACK!

Mu Wanrou staggered a few steps backward and almost fell over from her retaliation.

Aaron rushed to support her body before she could fall completely. He threw an intense glare over at Yun Shishi. "What are you doing?!"

"She hit me first; I'm just returning the favor," she replied with composure. There was no sign of fear on her face.

Mu Wanrou hovered a hand over her swollen cheek. Her eyes brimmed with tears of indignation as she glared fixedly at her.

She badly wanted to show her what she was made of again, but before she could take a step forward, a strong urge to gag surged from within her chest. She gripped her clothes and stopped her steps, contenting herself with staring fiercely at Yun Shishi.

"A slut is always a slut – born to be vile!"

Yun Shishi was shocked when she heard that.

A white light seemingly flashed past her mind.

Memories deeply buried within her repeatedly surged forth before her eyes.

Among her fragmented memories, there was one which showed a beautifully dressed girl, akin to a haughty princess, shoving her down. She pointed at her and spat in a condescending manner, "A slut is always a slut – born to be vile!"

She suddenly felt a splitting headache.

Something seemed to be trying to break through from her head.

She massaged between her brows to ease the slight pain there and glanced at Mu Wanrou's mean and twisted features with her cold and empty eyes. Her thoughts spun inside her head…

15 years ago—

From what she could remember, since a young age, she had never met her father once. She had the impression that her mother was a natural femme fatale though.

She had a younger brother as well. In her memories, the three of them relied on each other to survive.

Although they were in financial straits and were faced with many difficulties, she felt that their time together was the happiest moment of her life.

She returned home to her mother and younger brother's presence. She loved lying with her brother in the bed. Meanwhile, their mother would open a fairy-tale book and read the story in it to them word for word in a gentle voice.

Her gentle voice lulled the siblings to sleep.

Alas, that peaceful time was smashed apart when she was nine years old.

A car accident caused an already fragmented family to be completely damned into hell.

In that accident, if her mother had not protected her, she would not have lived; at the same time, if her mother had not protected her, her mother and brother would not have died.

That accident was beyond horrendous – the driver fled along with the plummeting of the vehicle to the bottom of the mountain. It was a catastrophic car crash.

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