"They said I said 'comfortable' - but the videotape would not show the blood clots in my throat." - Lin Wan shredded the medical certificate and screamed at the psychiatrist late at night.
Lin Wan, who was crushed in an alley at the age of fifteen, fell into an even more desperate hell——
Jiang Yu, who had been guarding her for fifteen years, threw the dirty video shot by the abuser in front of her eyes:
"How dare you walk under my window when you are so dirty?" That night he planted the "evil seed" in her body with his own hands, but his pupils exploded when he heard the DNA reading in court: "The parent-child relationship is established - Jiang Yu!" "**Don't redeem me... Go tell her... The fool who jumped through the window and jumped into the snow...**... Was nailed to death in this window by myself!" "The signature line of the family members of a miscarriage is like an epitaph - my mother signed 'Zhou Hui' tremblingly, "Grandma" was crossed out. "What you wear on your chest is not a token, but a monument with a knife - the handle of the knife hurts you, but the tip of the knife pierced my forehead. 'Please... Let his mother take a look at the murderer...'" Lin Wan chuckled before lighting the portrait of the young man: "The guardian? He is the longest thorn under my skirt - it pierced my uterus, but it was also the only vine I could hold on to when I crawled out of hell!"
