I have three marks on my body that he left with his own hands.
In the workplace, he taught me the "heart-breaking battle" and carved me into the sharpest edge.
With a belt around his waist, he declared his absolute possession in front of everyone, demarcating me as his exclusive collection.
The last one, hidden in the "calming soup" delivered on time every night, silently erodes all my boundaries.
I thought this was just a domestication carefully designed by top capitalists. Until a photo of an ancient symbol stained with blood was stuffed into my pocket.
The peeper in the dark sneered: [Miss Su, is your 'custodian''s golden cage still safe?
Fu Yanci locked me in his arms on a rainy night. His breath was hot and his words were like iron: "Su Wan, your life belongs to me. Your revenge and your family's blood debt must be settled by me."
But when all the clues point to the monstrous conspiracy that devoured my loved ones twenty years ago - standing in the center of the spider web is the gentle doctor I have called "brother-in-law" for ten years, and the "controller" who is pressing me every step of the way.
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Not bad, life is hard enough. So the novel should be read sweetly
Not bad, life is hard enough. So the novel should be read sweetly