I had stolen the identity of the real heiress for fifteen years.
After I was found out, the Cheng family sent me back to my biological father's side. No one cared about me anymore.
I suffered bullying, beatings, and injuries of all sizes.
Then, while working part-time at a bar, I came across that tall, aloof figure.
He pressed his cigarette into the back of my hand. The pain made me break out in a cold sweat, and the hole in my hand seemed to spread into my heart. I didn't make a sound.
I knelt on the ground and tugged at his sleeve, humbling myself before him.
"Zhang Yanqing, please, save me."
He raised a hand and sneered, cold and distant.
"Cheng Chuchu, when you killed Rongrong, did you ever imagine a day like this?"
