Xiaoyu hoped she could do something.
Even if it was insignificant, she still wanted to resist. She detested being exploited all the time, having her life's last value forcibly taken and then being discarded like an old shoe.
This was undoubtedly the most cruel.
So Xiaoyu held on, dragging her body, which could be called broken, and fought hard to resist.
She held evidence of the Luo Family's crimes in her hand and organized it, waiting for the faintest hope.
Escape, she had tried.
Suicide, she had attempted.
But no matter which method, the final result always ended in sorrow. She still fell into their devil's den, living a life neither as a human nor a ghost.
Xiaoyu had truly had enough; she couldn't endure any longer.
