Practice time is over. A group of girls hurried out of the practice room and skillfully surrounded a girl and gave her a harsh lesson. Looking at the scars all over her body, she left this place of right and wrong with satisfaction, a smile full of sarcasm and disdain. Countless beatings and insults left me physically and mentally numb. Just get used to it. No feeling, not at all. He took out a crumpled business card from his pocket and held it tightly. Until his fingertips turned white, it seemed as if he was holding his last life-saving straw. Patting the dust off her body, she gave a stiff smile to the glass wall. This is the 268th day since my sister passed away. Li Shiya, hold on.