In a dilapidated temple, there was a pile of thatch spread sparsely in the corner, and a person was lying on it. From the back, it was vaguely visible that she was a thin woman, curled up, and her weak breathing made people doubt her.
Is there any breath left?
"Mother——" A small figure came in with a bowl of water and helped the woman on the ground, "Mother, drink some water!"
Yu Tianrong opened his eyes and looked at the child in front of him dimly. His face was dusty, his clothes were in tatters, and even his little hands were dirty. Even water was rare in this ruined temple.
"Mother--" the little boy called softly again, looking at her with a pair of big bright eyes, with a hint of fear, as if he was afraid that the person he was supporting would close his eyes the next moment and never look again.
he.
Yu Tianrong finally came to his senses and forced a smile, "Are you back?"
The little boy looked at her in surprise, fed her a sip of water, then gently put the water aside, took out a bun from his arms and handed it to her: "Mom, are you hungry?" while carefully handing it to her.
He reached her lips and looked at her expectantly, "Mom, please eat some."
Neither of the two embarrassed people noticed a pair of eyes looking at them outside the window of the ruined temple. After seeing Yu Tianrong wake up, the man's eyes were shining, and a silver object flashed between his fingers, but he hesitated.
He put down his hand and finally walked away. He walked around several streets and alleys and flew into a large house.
Arriving at the door of a study room, the man in gray shirt stood respectfully, waiting for the person inside to speak. After a while, a cold voice came from the room, "How is she?"
"I fainted at first, but I woke up again two days ago..."
"Not dead yet?"
"No, but looking at their current situation, I'm afraid that her hands will become useless."
The people in the study were silent for a long time, until the man in gray shirt thought that he should become invisible, and then the insidious voice came out again, "Crap her, she is just a bitch, she is lucky not to kill her directly.
"
Even though he was used to that man's indifference, the man in gray shirt couldn't help but tremble in his heart when he heard this, but he added extremely coldly: "Then do you want me to be a subordinate--"
"No need, sometimes death is not terrible. Since her hand is going to be useless, let her live a life that is worse than death!"
The man in gray shirt paused for a while before speaking again, "Does this subordinate still need to continue to monitor..."
"No need, the Yu family doesn't recognize her, she has no backing, no matter how hard she tries, she won't be able to get out of trouble, so don't worry about her."
"Yes, I'll resign." The man in gray shirt looked at the gloomy sky, and his heart became gloomy. He was glad that his master didn't ask him why he didn't carry out the order, and he was also glad that he didn't kill the woman at that moment.
After the man in gray shirt left, another figure appeared in the study, standing next to the man with a sinister expression, "Master, why don't you——"
"Isn't it better to let her live and suffer than to let her die?"
"But--"
"Don't worry, you don't have to doubt his loyalty to me. As for not taking action, it's probably because his heart is not cold enough. You also remember, don't interfere with things that you shouldn't."
The man in black visibly stiffened, "Yes, I'll keep this in mind and don't dare to do it again next time."
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Naturally, Yu Tianrong didn't notice anything that the men in gray shirt and the others were doing. She was still lying in the ruined temple, looking pitifully at the child in front of her. She knew that he had asked for the bun in his hand without asking about its origin, so she
When she woke up, she saw almost nothing to eat, except for the ruined temple and the tattered clothes on their bodies.
The moment she woke up, her heart almost died, because she discovered that the hands of the owner of this body had been broken by cruel torture. Looking at the wounds, bones could still be seen on some fingers... It must have been the torture of pinching the fingers.
As a result, she couldn't bear to look at those hands again.
Losing her hands is like a bird losing its wings to her. She will die one day...
She secretly complained about the unfairness of God. It was enough for her to travel through time and become a poor woman. However, how could she lose her hands? Her greatest joy in life was based on a pair of hands... Of course,
This inexplicable time travel was also because she accidentally slipped when she went up the mountain to sketch...and then woke up in this body.
She didn't know whether to be grateful that she didn't see her fall into the valley and fall to pieces or to be sad that her soul lived in this broken body. It seemed that she passed away because her body could not bear the torture and she had a high fever. It happened to be
Just let her catch up!
"Mom..." There was a childish voice in her ears. This child's voice was very nice. She didn't object to the existence of a little one around her, but she just hadn't figured out how to proceed in the future.
She accidentally woke up yesterday and walked out of the ruined temple to a strange street. She saw a weak figure begging on the street... That look was like a nine-nine-nine percent of the little beggar. He endured the abuse of passers-by for a steamed bun or a steamed bun.
Pointing, and finally, he carefully wrapped the bun back and delivered it to her.
At that moment, she couldn't help but shed two lines of clear tears from the corners of her eyes. She turned around and returned to the ruined temple, thinking about how to live her life. Did she really want to wait for death like a bird with broken wings?
No, how could she be willing to do so!
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