Roar, roar... A strange roar mixed with pain, sadness, anger, helplessness and reluctance sounded in the dense forest, but this sound did not affect a four or five-year-old little girl standing in the dense forest at all. It seemed that everything in the outside world had nothing to do with her. She just looked at her hand with disbelief.
Leng Xuesha's heart was turbulent, and she kept shouting, "Why? Why? I don't complain about being abandoned again and again. I don't complain about being hurt again and again. I died of illness at a young age. I am happy, and I don't complain, because I have lost the meaning of survival. But why? Then I will wake up in the jungle, and I will still be a scarred little girl, haha... Do you want me to start over? That's fine, but don't think that I will be so regretless, don't think about it. From now on, my blood is cold... And I will not be emotionally entangled with anyone..."
What is it? What roar made me feel pity in my heart? Is it because of the familiar pain in the voice? Leng Xuesha turned around and walked in the direction where the roar came from.