"I'm not resigned to it, I just didn't like her. How on earth does she justify taking my life!"
The resentful and angry roar from Jia Yin echoed in the room, accompanied by Hanhan's sobbing.
As Qin Ruan ascended the staircase, the voices of the two Puppet Souls rang clear in her ears.
Disaster lurks within fortune; fortune is hidden within disaster.
Resulting from the complexities of life, everything is predetermined—including the debt which must be repaid.
Jia Yin thought that physical harm was the only significant concern.
She failed to realize that emotional abuse and isolation are far more devastating for a young girl emotionally and physically immature.
Especially at such an immature age, the harm caused can cast a lifelong shadow.
Qin Ruan stood in the hallway on the fifth floor with the male Puppet Soul.
Blocking out the commotion downstairs, her gaze swept across the ominously cold and deserted corridor.