After I Was Sold, I Ran Back Home

When I woke up, I saw the auntie next door excitedly counting several red banknotes. Spitting as she spoke, she laughed, “You treated a little girl like a treasure! Now that I’ve sold her, let’s see how you’ll show off!”

I didn’t say a word. In my previous life, I’d cried and told her I’d remember her face and come back for revenge one day.

The traffickers had gouged out my eyes, broken all my limbs, and cut out my tongue, then forced me to beg.

My mother missed me day and night until she went mad. She was only thirty when she died.

My father’s hair turned white overnight. By the time he finally found me, I was gravely ill. I died in his arms, breathing my last.

Now I was reborn. This time, I would keep my composure and wait for the right moment to act.