Nian Duoduo hid behind a large tree, gasping for breath. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She knew it was Si Han calling, but she had no interest in dealing with him now. The ringing was unbearably annoying, so she turned off her phone and leaned against the tree, closing her eyes.
Despair.
Pain.
Shattered.
Pieces of her were scattered, as the wounds buried deep in her heart slowly surfaced. Lately, her pain and nightmares were incessant, and the things buried in her heart resurfaced once again.
The people in her memories appeared one after another...
Why could Yi Jiao have such a good life?
She would always remember that sunny morning when her father brought Yi Jiao and Su Xinlan to their home and introduced them to her mother, "Luo'er, this is the widow and child of my late brother. I want to settle them down here."
