I have occupied the identity of the real daughter for fifteen years.
After I was discovered, the Cheng family sent me back to my biological father, and no one cared about me anymore.
Bullying, beatings and scoldings, injuries of all sizes.
Until I met that tall, cool figure while working part-time in a bar.
His cigarette butt pressed against the back of my hand, and I was so painful that I broke into a cold sweat. The hole in my hand spread to the bottom of my heart, and I remained silent.
Kneeling humbly on the ground, tugging at his sleeves.
"Zhang Yanqing, please, save me."
He raised his hand and sneered, cold and distant.
"Cheng Chuchu, when you killed Rongrong, why didn't you expect that such a day would come."
