"Why, why are you doing this to me? What did I do wrong that all of you have to bully and hurt me like this?" Mu Yin stared at him intently, tears streaming down her face.
If it weren't for wanting to find the murderer and fulfill her father's last words, she didn't know what else there was to live for.
Bo Fengheng tightly pursed his cold lips, forcibly stripping off her soaked clothes.
Mu Yin shivered and suddenly hugged herself tightly into a ball.
The conspicuous bruises on her arms were directly in his line of sight, along with traces on her soft, pale skin that hadn't had time to fade. Bo Fengheng's deep pupils suddenly grew even more profound.
The rage that had already half subsided now dwindled to nearly nothing.