A young boy from the 1970s, separated from his family, fled famine and led his younger brother into

"My hand! My hand is broken! Ah—!!!"

Wang Guixiang clutched her deformed wrist, writhing on the ground in pain, beads of cold sweat instantly forming on her forehead. She stared in disbelief at the small figure before her, her eyes filled with not only excruciating pain but also sheer terror!

That little bitch... how dare she?! How dare she actually lay a hand on me?!

Su Nianci dropped the wooden stick, her small chest heaving rapidly from the intense movements and high fever.

Her face was still pale, but her eyes burned with the fire of revenge.

As a top surgeon, she has an intimate knowledge of the human skeletal structure. That strike she just delivered landed precisely on Wang Guixiang's ulnar styloid process; the angle and force were just right.

By crippling that arm, she won't be able to do anything evil for a while!

This was the first big gift she gave to this "kind aunt" after she woke up!

"You damned bastard! You little beast! I'm going to kill you! Husband! Husband, where have you been?! Come quick! Your wife is going to be beaten to death by this little bastard!" Wang Guixiang howled as she grabbed Su Nianci's foot with her other good hand.

Su Nianci nimbly dodged, looking at her coldly: "I told you, don't touch me again."

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from inside the house, and a thin, middle-aged man with a mustache rushed out. It was Su Nianci's uncle, Su Weiqiang.

"What are you howling about! It's broad daylight, are you attending a funeral?" Su Weiqiang shouted impatiently, but when he saw Wang Guixiang rolling on the ground and her strangely twisted wrist, his expression changed.

"Gui Xiang! What happened to your hand?"

"It's her! It's that little bitch!" Wang Guisheng pointed at Su Nianci, tears streaming down her face. "She hit me with a stick! My hand is broken! Wei Qiang, hurry! Beat this little beast to death! Avenge me!"

Upon hearing this, Su Weiqiang turned his head sharply, his sinister eyes fixed on Su Nianci.

"You did this?" His voice carried a dangerous undertone.

Su Nianci met his gaze without fear: "She tried to kill me first."

"Bullshit! She's your aunt! An elder is disciplining you, and you dare to fight back? You've really gone too far!" Su Weiqiang roared, taking a step forward to grab her.

"Uncle," Su Nianci spoke again, but Su Weiqiang stopped in his tracks. "Think carefully. Do you want me killed now, then branded as someone who abused a martyr's orphan, causing you to lose your job and your whole family to starve? Or would you rather send Auntie to the clinic first?"

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Wang Guixiang's wrist, which was already beginning to swell, and added quietly, "Any later, and this arm will really be ruined. Then, you'll have to do all the housework by yourself."

The last sentence struck at the Achilles' heel of this lazy man, Su Weiqiang!

Su Weiqiang's face turned pale and then red. He glanced at Wang Guixiang, who was in so much pain that she was about to faint, and then at his niece in front of him, whose eyes were calmer than a child's. For the first time, a chill ran through him.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, cursing as he carried Wang Guixiang on his back: "You spendthrift woman, all you do is cause me trouble! And you little brat, just you wait!"

After saying that, he hurriedly ran towards the village clinic.

The cowshed finally quieted down.

Su Nianci's tense nerves relaxed, and a strong sense of dizziness struck her. She had to hold onto the wall to keep from falling.

The high fever hadn't subsided, and I was completely exhausted.

She knew this was only temporary peace. When they returned, she would face an even more insane revenge!

We must escape! Immediately! Right now!

She forced herself to return to the so-called "room"—a drafty woodshed—and found the only memento her father had left behind: a worn-out canvas bag.

Inside the bag, there was only a black and white photo of a family of three and a yellowed letter.

She opened the letter; it was from her father, Su Weiguo, to a comrade-in-arms. In the letter, her father used the simplest language to describe his longing for his daughter, and mentioned that if something were to happen to him, his only hope would be that this comrade-in-arms named "Lu Zhenhua" could help take care of his wife and daughter. At the end of the letter was an address—Northern Military Region.

This was her hope! Her only hope!

Go to the Northern Military Region and find Lu Zhenhua!

Su Nianci carefully hid the letter and photos close to her body. She had to leave before Su Weiqiang and the others returned.

Night is the best cover.

She huddled in a corner of the woodshed, forcing herself to rest and conserve her strength.

After an unknown amount of time, a series of furtive voices came from outside the courtyard gate.

"Brother Qiang, are you sure... it's that little brat?" A strange male voice with a slick tone rang out.

"It's her!" Su Weiqiang said in a low voice. "Let me tell you, this girl is really weird! You better be quick, just put her in a sack and leave! Where's the money?"

"Don't worry, Brother Qiang! Fifty yuan, not a penny less! I'll give it to you as soon as it's done! With this fifty yuan, your Dayong's dowry will be ready, right?"

"That's good! That's good!" Su Weiqiang's voice was filled with a greedy excitement. "It's settled then. I'll leave the door open for you at midnight tonight!"

Outside the door, through the crack in the woodshed, Su Nianci's small body trembled violently!

Human traffickers!

They actually... they actually wanted to sell her to human traffickers for a dowry of fifty yuan!

A surge of overwhelming hatred and bone-chilling coldness shot from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head!

Okay, that's great!

You forced me to do this!

There was no longer a trace of hesitation in Su Nianci's eyes; instead, there was a chilling killing intent from hell!

If you won't let me live, then none of us will have a good life!