C1054 Let's Relive a Nightmare

Qing Huan didn't want to face that kind of dark torture again. Her body and mind exploded, and she struggled with all her might as she opened her mouth and bit down hard.

"Ah!" He subconsciously let go of Qing Huan's hand.

Qing Huan seized the opportunity to turn around and run.

However, after a few steps, he tripped on his ankle.

Qing Huan could not break free, so she could only scratch and scratch his hand. "Help! Was there anyone!? Help!"

He slapped Qing Huan's face.

Qing Huan felt dizzy from the slap.

He seized the opportunity to grab Qing Huan's leg and drag her deeper into the alley.

No, Qing Huan looked at the deeper and deeper alley in fear. She let out a hoarse whimper from her throat, "No, help..."

Who could save her?

...

Qing Huan once again had a nightmare.

At the same time, it was a new nightmare.

She didn't know how long the moon and stars had been hanging in the sky. She only knew that she was a rag.

The man left for a long time before Qing Huan dragged her broken body and stood up. Under the cold moonlight, she staggered towards her home.

She moved apathetically step by step. Her mind seemed to have thought of many things, but there seemed to be nothing at all.

It was just that, home.

Where would she have a home?

She was sold to a brothel when she was very young, and she lost her home when she was very young.

She remembered very clearly that her father carried a burden and went to the city to sell vegetables. Before leaving, he said that he wanted to bring her to play, so she happily followed behind him on the street. The road was very far and it was not easy to walk. She followed him for a long time. He knocked and fell many times. He put down the burden and turned around. He said to her, Sit up. Dad will carry you.

Even though time passed, Qing Huan could still easily feel the nervousness and nervousness at that time.

His father had never spoken to her in such a gentle manner, let alone asking her to sit on his shoulders. That was clearly treatment that only his younger brother would receive.

She looked at her tall father who lowered his head and looked at her. She even naively thought that her father was going to love her, so she let her sit on the shoulders. After all, he had never looked at her so seriously before.

She excitedly and nervously sat on the shoulders. Her stiff body attempted to lighten his weight and burden.

"Father, are you tired? I'll go down. You don't have to pick anymore."

"I'm not tired." He lowered his head and rushed forward with all his strength. Beads of sweat covered his dark forehead. He said in a deep voice, "Sit tight."

That was the first and last time she had felt the meaning of the word "father" to her.

He was tall and strong, but he was silent. When he looked at her, his eyes were black and bright, making her feel that he was his most important treasure.

She fell into a deep sleep on the long mountain road, then was sold to her mother in the brothel in her sleep.

Since then, she had no home.

The Marshal Mansion was the beginning of her nightmare. She was trapped for a year and escaped to Nanjing. However, in just three months, the second nightmare followed her like a shadow.

She pushed open the door to the courtyard and with a creak, she woke Rongge, who was taking a nap at the door, "Come back..."

He was stunned, and the words that he hadn't finished were stuck in his throat.

Because he saw the joy of standing under the roof. His clothes were tattered, and his body was covered in wounds.

The cool moonlight scattered on her body, illuminating that pair of dark and lightless eyes until they became deathly still.

Rongge's heart shook. He quickly stood up and walked forward with a limp, "What's wrong with you? Why is it like this?"

Qing Huan ignored him and went straight to the well to get some water. She poured it all over her body.

She closed her eyes, and her mind was filled with dirty and disgusting scenes. When she opened her eyes, she felt that the cold moon and the stars in the sky were laughing at her.

The well water was very cold, so cold that Qing Huan's entire body trembled.

Rongge looked at Qing Huan's purple body and felt his heart tighten. He did not know what to do. He could only take off his coat and want her to put it on.

"Don't come over." Qing Huan stood where she was, and didn't move. She looked at him with a pair of dead eyes. "Dirty."

In that instant, an indescribable anger and powerlessness rushed into his heart.

Rongge took a step back and his coat fell to the ground.