61: C61 Recovery of Memory(2)

C61 Recovery of Memory(2)

3Hearing that, the black-clothed man's face was full of worry, and said while wanting to cry: "Young Lord, I know I was wrong! The next time I enter, I will knock on the door. I will not be so rash again! Young Lord must not let his subordinate serve the Master, otherwise, this subordinate will lose half his life! "0

Hearing that, the man nodded in satisfaction. Then, he furrowed his brows and asked, "In your opinion, is Lingxi really sick this time, or is she pretending to be sick?"

"Young Lord, although Miss always pretends to be sick and wants you to go home to play with her, but this time, I think Miss is really sick." "According to the bodyguard at Miss's side, the lady took her to the seaside to play yesterday. She had a cold wind and had a fever this morning."

The man sighed, stood up reluctantly, and put on his coat. As he walked out, he instructed, "Looks like I really have to go back this time-- Come, you will go back with me. As for the others, let them stand guard outside the door. If she wakes up, let me know in time. "Remember, you must keep an eye on this woman. Don't let her find another opportunity to escape!"

… ….

Soong Shiyan's consciousness gradually returned to her. She slowly opened her eyes and sat up. Her head was still aching. She looked around, struggled out of bed, and walked slowly to the French window. Rain poured down, covering the entire city's neon sky with a layer of hazy mist. Listening to the pitter-patter of the rain outside the window, she clutched her chest as a bolt of lightning flashed past, causing her face to turn even paler.

She was the real Soong Shiyan, the daughter of Soong's Group, the most beloved daughter of father! It was also on such a stormy night that she received a call from her father before he passed away. From then on, her world turned upside down. Her most beloved men and trusted friends all revealed their true faces in one night, betraying her. Those memories of humiliation and pain were like vines that spread out crazily, surrounding her heart and binding it tightly, causing her to be unable to breathe. She curled up powerlessly on the ground, her hands tightly holding her head, like a wounded little beast.

In the abandoned warehouse, those disgusting men walked towards her with evil smiles on their faces, pouncing on her and frantically tearing at her clothes. She was struggling desperately, begging for mercy in pain, and her tears seemed to be drying up. However, those people didn't stop. Instead, they became even more crazy.

In the sea of fire, her waist-length hair had been burned short, and the flames had left a burn mark on her skin. She was in so much pain that she wanted to give up. She wanted to die in this ruthless fire, but she, for Xiaohu and to keep her promise to her grandmother, was like a moth chasing a flame.

In the wilderness, she carried the slumbering Xiaohu on foot. The wounds on his body, which had been burned by the fire, would still fester in the early autumn, continuously leaking a light yellow pus. Her feet were bare as she walked along the road. Her feet ached from the gravel and were cut by the unremarkable glass. Blood flowed from it, and with every step she took, a bloody footprint was left behind.

In a bustling city, she was chased away by the Town Security and could only carry Xiaohu as she fled everywhere. In the end, she and Xiaohu sat awkwardly under the remote bridge, starving and with dry lips.

The familiar Soong Family Great House. The man she loved the most, Yinn Haoming, grabbed her hair and ruthlessly crashed into the wall. Blood blurred her vision. She rolled down the long spiral staircase and lay on the ground, unable to move. Her trusted friend, Yan Duoya, appeared in front of her with a victorious attitude, placing her nightmare before her eyes once more.

Yinn Haoming slashed her face with a sharp knife. Yan Duoya brought some chili salted water and threw it at her face. The unbearable pain made her feel as if she was in hell.

The azure sky, the blue sea, the white yacht, she, who was wearing her wedding dress, along with the safe were both thrown into the deep sea by Yinn Haoming. She tried her best to swim towards the light above her head, but she could only helplessly close her eyes …

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