Madam Dihao is not good

The white and tender skin was scratched, and the dark red blood rolled down drop by drop like teardrops.

Several nurses tried to stop her, but she couldn't help but backed away: "Don't come over, or I will die immediately!"

Xia's mother cried so much that she almost passed out: "Xin'er, don't do stupid things."

"He doesn't want me anymore, why am I alive?"

A drop of very cold tears fell from the corner of her eyes...[

She didn't know how many times she had cried, she only knew that her eyes were sore, astringent, red and swollen, and every tear she shed seemed to be burning like a raging fire.

But no matter how many times she cries, she can't change the sudden disaster three years ago

The dirtiest corner of the street in a rainstorm.

Xia Xiner's clothes were disheveled, and her hands were bound with rags.

She resisted desperately, struggled, begged, and cried.

But no matter what she did, they were indifferent: "I'm sorry, this is our lady's order. Chanel, who told you to ignore the advice again and again and pester Young Master Mu. You have learned a lesson this time, I hope you grow up Dot memorization."

"I'm not, uh..."

The fishy panties were stuffed into her mouth, and the men laughed as if admiring their dying prey.

No, she is not Chanel, she is Xia Xiner!

Xia Xiner's eyes widened in shock, and she wanted to explain, but she couldn't make a sound.

rags, torn all over the place

The men rushed at her like hungry wolves, tearing at her clothes.

Xia Xiner dodged and backed away, wanting to shrink to a corner where no one was around, but there was no way to retreat.

And the sound, blocked in the throat, can never come out, only a terrified sob.

The torn body, like a candle in the wind, swayed in the rain...

She stared blankly at the sky on a rainy night.

She's not Chanel...

tick, tick...

Pain, the pain of being torn again and again...[

Tick, tick, tick...

When is it over?I really want to die...

Xia Xiner regained consciousness from her memory, and the pain poured into her internal organs, as if countless hands were tearing at her body.