For at the end of the letter, there was one more sentence: the baby who had been snatched away at birth 18 years ago was sold by human traffickers to Tongzhou, where she died of a high fever at the age of three.
Su Qianli gripped the letter tightly. The paper was as thin as a cicada's wing, yet it felt as heavy as a mountain. Every word turned into a sharp needle, piercing deep into her heart. She knew that the most innocent victims in this entire affair were the twin sisters. The elder one, the original owner of this life, had suffered through hardships only to die a miserable death, refusing to even be reborn; as for the younger one, she was so small, her life forever frozen at the age of three.
Her heart felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead, and for a moment, she was at a loss as to how to express the turmoil within her.
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