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Chapter 945 : The blood-stained evening

But now I found that the other hand was holding it faster than her.

It's like a string that is about to collapse.

Her heart could hardly bear the blow.

The more important things are, the more likely they are to lose. She understands this pain too much.

She worked so hard for this game, and was unwilling to give up even if she could destroy her hands.[

She can't afford to lose.

For Hai Ming, this is just a special role in his acting career, but for her, it is an opportunity to change her destiny.

No, absolutely not fail, Bai Yan's pale lips trembled and murmured to herself.

God must never take any chances that belong to her from her hands.

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Bai Yan closed her eyes tightly.

I couldn't help but think of the cruel scene of blood staining at dusk.

She was forcibly stuffed by her mother in a trash can full of rotten fruits and flies.

My mother ordered her to speak out no matter what happened, and she could not die.

Then he took his sister away and hid.

Such a scene was often performed after their family arrived in the United States, and they were chased by usury all day long and hiding in panic.

I don't know when I will die one day, and I am so frightened that I can't fall asleep every day.

When I was so tired that I fell asleep, I was also plagued by nightmares all night, just like crazy, forcing people to almost mentally collapse.

The panic pursuit will eventually end.

But she couldn't imagine that that dusk was the end, her soul, her simplicity, and all the beauty were completely destroyed.

Memory is fragmented, like a nightmare, making people unable to remember the details.

But those cruel scenes are like red-hot irons, burning hard in the heart and mouth, burning the flesh and blood, and marking indelible scars forever.

She was in the trash can, panicing and remembering her mother's words.

I dare not make a sound, and I dare not even breathe.[

The trash can had a small hole that just accommodated her eyes and saw all the cruelty that happened outside.

My father's body was carried in and threw it on the ground like garbage, without even closing his eyes.

The cruel people grinned and cursed, like vicious hunters, searching around, looking for their poor prey.
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