Chapter 3: It's up to me whether to touch it or not 1
Her destiny is slowly changing because of a transaction...
She slowly woke up from the coma, and opened her eyes in a daze. What she saw was the unique ceiling above her head with rows of colorful lights hanging from it. The twinkling lights irritated her.
Somewhat unable to open her eyes, she continued to look around with half-squinted eyes. There was nothing special about the walls. Apart from some cute wallpapers, there were no other features. No, seriously speaking, she saw it wrong. There were also
There was a poster, and a little girl was walking outside the campus gate with a schoolbag on her back. The scene seemed to have been seen somewhere before, and it vaguely appeared in her mind. When she took another look, she opened her eyes suddenly.
I opened my eyes and jumped up in fright. Isn't the girl on the poster exactly me?
Seeing this scene, she felt a flash of fear in her heart. Why did her photo appear in this room? She looked around carefully and saw no one else in the room except herself.
The large and empty room looked particularly deserted, as if it was a hellish horror.
She tried hard to remember what happened? Why did she appear here inexplicably, and why were there pictures of her on the wall?
There were waves of very ominous premonitions in her heart, and she felt dizzy and ached, and the images of struggling and roaring kept replaying in her mind. Her heart felt like it had been touched by a sharp knife, and it was painfully alive.
, suffocating.
Did he still do that? Or did he not consider his own feelings, ignore his own objections and struggles, and use cruel methods to send himself here?
How could he be so cruel? Selling himself like this? Leaving himself in a strange place? He couldn't be so heartless, he couldn't...
She huddled in a corner of the bed, hugging her legs tightly, and cried uncontrollably thinking of these tragic things.
She has just turned eighteen and is still an ignorant little girl, a student who has not yet graduated from college.
Why should she be used to pay off the debt instead of himself? Why? Why??
She asked herself over and over again? What mistake did she make? Her father wanted to treat her like this, and God wanted to punish her like this?
From childhood to adulthood, she has been well-behaved, sensible, and lovable, but her father is the only one who dislikes her and even hates her. She readily accepts his attitude and never nags, even if he is greedy for money and gambles.
He cruelly sold his wife, but she remained silent, because she knew that she was not qualified to take care of adults' affairs, but today he sold her in the same way, which was the biggest shame and shame in her life.
Why do I have such a crazy father?
Waves of crying and sobbing echoed in the spacious room. The miserable crying made people feel particularly distressed and distressed.