Her words, the wounds on her arms, shook Lu Youting to the core, his mind buzzing, a total mess.
What followed was a boundless rage.
"That bastard actually tried to rape you?"
Lu Xiangxiang let out a scoff, her body weakened against the wall, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
"What? Do you feel sorry for me now?"
Lu Youting: "...??"
Looking up at him through tear-blurred eyes, Lu Xiangxiang said, "Do you know? I've tried to kill myself three times! With a father who doesn't care and a mother who doesn't love, it wouldn't matter if I were dead; after all, nobody cares."
Lu Youting's heart clenched instantly.
Because in her eyes and on her body, he saw a despair that did not belong to someone her age.
"It was Ji Mingche, he gave me hope!" Mentioning Ji Mingche, a smile finally appeared on Lu Xiangxiang's face, as if entering a beautiful dream.