Summer Spencer had a moment when she felt she was Spartan.
Was it her who had gone mad, or was it the world?
Did Ruby Rayner think her son's misfortune was because she gave birth to him?
Or had Ruby Rayner reached a certain level in her study of Buddhism?
Summer Spencer's mind was filled with questions.
She couldn't help but look at Hazel Winchester, who stood quietly to the side.
Hazel Winchester wasn't wearing a monk's robe; her clothes were plain.
A blue-gray wool coat, with ash-gray cashmere inside.
No jewelry on her body, her hair cut short, wearing a hat, as if ready to turn back time fifty years.
Summer Spencer sighed silently.
Hazel didn't tell her the truth; she later found out from others.
It turned out it was her father who ordered someone to stuff cigar tobacco into Hazel Winchester's mouth, forcing her to swallow it...
After knowing this truth, she had nightmares for several nights.
