Through the open window, Jiang Sinian saw the man inside tilt his head back. Each muffled groan that followed felt like a knife plunging into Jiang Sinian’s heart, twisting and turning with maddening intensity.
The little girl whom he had always held so delicately—afraid that if he held her too tightly she would break, or if he kept her in his mouth she would melt—was now crouched before the man. Only the top of her head was visible, bobbing slightly up and down, appearing and disappearing from Jiang Sinian’s line of sight.
Jiang Sinian’s complexion turned paper-white in an instant. His blood ran cold, and the scene before him felt like a mountain pressing down, suffocating him.
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