Late at night, the thick darkness shrouded everything like ink. In the end, Wang Dalai abandoned his plan to attack Su Mengcheng. Instead, under the cover of night, he threw the little girl’s body directly onto the mountain. He had chosen a spot frequented by wild boars and wolves; there was no need to dig a grave—before long, every trace would be wiped clean.
That night, Su Mengcheng stared with wide, unblinking eyes, too terrified to sleep. The image of the little girl’s pupils dilating in horror as she was struck, and the blinding spray of blood that followed, played on a continuous loop in her mind. The next day, experiencing a mental breakdown, Su Mengcheng collapsed into a coma. When she finally awoke, she appeared to have returned to normal.
In truth, no one knew that it wasn’t just her body that had fallen ill; it was her psyche. She realized that living was not that easy, but dying was not that hard. This thought became her constant companion, etched deep into the marrow of her soul. In the years that followed, Su Mengcheng acted obedient and performed her chores in silence, yet inwardly, she was constantly plotting revenge. She acted on those plans time and again, and even though she was often met with brutal beatings, nothing could stop her. Because every act of retaliation made her heart race, providing her with an indescribable, twisted sense of pleasure.
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