The bumpy old sedan left screeching skid marks on the asphalt.
The front of the car hit the guardrail, and the huge impact caused Shen Chumo's forehead to hit the back of the seat in front of him.
Severe pain hit him, and his vision went dark for a moment.
Blood slid down her forehead, blurring her vision.
Three years.
She was imprisoned in that forgotten remote mental hospital for three full years.
Today is her "discharge" day.
The driver sent by the Shen family looked impatient and glanced at her in the rearview mirror with a harsh tone.
"Miss, we're here, get off the car."
Outside the car door was not the familiar Shen family mansion in her memory, but a rusty side door that was only accessible to servants.
Or rather, a dog hole.
Shen Chumo was wearing a washed-white hospital gown, and his thin body shrank in the evening breeze.
