Killed in the Arms Trafficking Case
A bitter wind drove goose-feather snow through the air, howling wildly across heaven and earth. A dilapidated, frigid hut swayed in the blizzard, as if the merciless winter would swallow it up at any moment. Jing Ming slowly woke amid a dizzying, splitting headache. His head felt as though it had been struck hard with a hammer, and waves of dull pain made him groan. He looked around. The cramped, dim hut was bare as could be. A few faint beams of light struggled through the cracks in its broken windows, casting mottled shadows across the dusty floor. "How... how did I end up here?"
After I Came Down the Mountain, My Senior Sisters Fought to Raise Me