ushed out.向晚 touched her warm forehead, frowning as she sat on the sofa. She accidentally bumped into the wound on her back, and she gasped in pain.Master He's really ruthless, I wonder how He Hanchu..."Hanhua... I didn't mean to, Hanhua, you have to believe me."

In the villa,向晚 knelt on the ground, her face even paler than the pure white porcelain vase on the table.

The lights were off, and she couldn't make out the man on the sofa's expression. She could only see the faint glow of the cigarette between his fingers, eventually disappearing completely.

This feeling was like waiting for a death sentence, making her even more uneasy.

She lowered her head, staring at her fingers in a daze. There was still a trace of Jiang Qingran's blood on them, dried and crusty from time, yet it stood as stark evidence of her crime.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally stood up, his tall and slender figure gradually walking towards her.

"A-wei, doing wrong comes at a price. Qingran's legs are saved, but she can never dance again. And you... why are you still able to jump around"

The tone was sinister, sending shivers down her spine.

Under the moonlight pouring in, she faintly saw the man weighing a golf club in his hand.

“I told you, as long as you behave, I will marry you. But why go looking for trouble and provoke Qingran Hmm”

As soon as the man spoke, his club swung down and struck his shin bone directly.

"Ouch!"

He used his full strength, she suffered a hundredfold pain.

"Hanchuan... I have no..."

Her left leg throbbed with excruciating pain. Fear gripped her, forcing her to retreat inch by agonizing inch. Unfortunately, the injured limb remained rigid and lifeless.

The man threw down his bent club and stared coldly at her struggling form. "向晚, this leg is what you paid to 清然, I'm keeping your life, but remember, this debt isn't settled."

She hugged herself tightly, trembling like a sieve.

Everything before her gradually overlapped into darkness. Closing her eyes, she vaguely saw him pick up the phone and dial a number, "Tell the Xiang family, Xiang Wan attempted murder, protect her or protect the Xiang Corporation, let them decide for themselves."

向晚 smiled lightly, "I'm so tired," she thought, "Wouldn't everyone be satisfied if I just died like this"

Two years later —

In the midst of a harsh winter, B city finally experienced its first snowfall of the season.

The gate of the detention center on the outskirts of Dongcheng opened early in the morning.

A thin woman walked out from inside. Perhaps her legs were a little inconvenient, because she didn't walk very fast.

Snow fell heavily, the woman lifted her head, ignoring the scars on her face, deep or shallow. It was clear that she was young and beautiful.

With this kind of weather, the already infrequent bus service at the stop has been reduced from one bus every hour to just one every two or three hours.

She was unlucky. Within five minutes of leaving the detention center, a bus had just pulled away.

So now she has to wait on the roadside for another two or three hours.

She touched the chiffon shirt on her body and frowned, the crescent-shaped scar at the corner of her brow also furrowed.

When I entered the detention center, it was still spring. I never expected that when I came out, it would be winter.

She stood under the bus stop, her eyes blankly staring at the detention center across the street that had confined her for two years. The whitewashed walls bore eight large characters: "Be reformed well and become a new person."

Suddenly, she couldn't help but laugh.

Such characters, she has to look at countless times every day these two years. But could there be a chance for redemption from this place

In the cold, she was lost in thought until a bus emerged from the snowstorm, breaking her train of thought. She rubbed her aching legs and boarded the bus.

She only had an outdated old cell phone, and a dozen coins given to her by the kind jail guard at the detention center. She paid her fare and sat down neatly in the back seat.

This bus was the only one that ran from the city center to the prison, so there was only one passenger on board: Moona. Throughout the journey, she stared out of the window intently, as if she couldn't get enough of the view.

Originally, in just two years, this city had changed so much.

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