She desperately wanted to tell Tang Xingle that she was fine, but the insults and jeers choked her throat. It felt as if a ball of cotton had been stuffed into her chest; she couldn't breathe, and the air seemed trapped, unable to go up or down.
This feeling was chillingly similar to seven years ago.
Seven years ago, when she was sent to prison, it was also a mob of people surrounding her, hurling abuses and blows.
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