Mo Beiyan let out a hiss, grabbed a piece of paper and pressed it against his arm, then sat back down, "Mo Hantong?"
He knew she was awake.
Waking up so viciously?!
Moo Huantong lay with her eyes open, her chest rising and falling incessantly, her entire mind still trapped in the nightmare.
She dreamed of that night four years ago...
That night more terrifying than a nightmare... every minute, every second she never forgot.
It was the deepest and most intense hatred and pain in her heart. For four years, Moo Huantong often had nightmares, all related to that night. She couldn't forget how cruelly that man treated her...
It wasn't just rape; it was downright sexual torture.
She was almost tormented to death.
That night ruined her life.
Moo Huantong thought, if that day four years ago hadn't happened, then she'd already be married to Lu Yuwei by now, maybe even have a child. She could have continued her piano dream and taken good care of Mom...
