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Yu Songyu was on the brink of collapse. Was her brief life about to end here?
A group of men drank and violently assaulted the girls. They found it amusing to smash empty bottles over the heads of those who resisted, shattering glass all around. The more the girls cried out in anguish, the more excited the men became, using electric batons to shock and beat them one by one.
When they grew tired, they simply sat down to continue drinking.
Yu Songyu opened her blood-soaked eyes and spotted a shard of glass not far from her. Taking advantage of their distraction, she tightly grasped the shard in her hand. She was waiting for the right moment; even if she were to die, she wanted to take someone down with her, making her life worth something.
She knew that even if these girls' families paid money, these beasts would not release them. Those who were somewhat attractive would be sold into flesh trade for profit, while those with average looks would only be sold for their organs. As for herself, she had no family to rescue her.
Her mother had committed suicide a while ago. During a struggle over a dagger, her wrist was cut, leaving a pool of blood on the floor. Yet even then, she couldn't stop it; she could only watch as her mother stabbed herself in the heart and slowly collapsed before her eyes, still smiling.
"Mom, is that you? Do you know what kind of life I've been living?"
Amidst the mingling of blood and tears, she seemed to see her mother's smiling face again—still so beautiful, so light. Was she here to take her away?
All her grievances burst forth as tears mixed with blood streamed down her face, splattering onto the ground like bright red flowers.
Seizing the moment, she lunged at the man closest to her, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and using all her strength to slash at his carotid artery with the shard of glass.
The man cursed as he clutched his neck and then grabbed Yu Songyu's slender body, slamming her hard against the ground. A wave of metallic taste surged in her throat, and Yu Songyu vomited a mouthful of bright red blood.
The man was taken away by his companions to have his wound bandaged, but not before kicking Yu Songyu several times while cursing at her.
With all her might, Yu Songyu crawled toward Bai Jie, managing only a faint sound.
"Xiao Jie, living just means they'll mistreat us more. Do you dare to join me? Let’s be sisters in our next life."
Yu Songyu raised the shard of glass in front of Bai Jie and forced a pained smile onto her face. At that moment, Bai Jie was already crying uncontrollably. The Xiao Yu she remembered was so pure and lovely, so vibrant and beautiful—always clean and never this desperate.
However, she knew that Yu Songyu was right; their lives would only end in a more tragic fate. Bai Jie picked up a shard from the ground and forced a smile. In the next life, we will still be good friends!
The two girls held hands tightly, leaning against each other as they watched the crimson blood flow from their wrists, slowly closing their eyes.
Xiao Yu, my doll is hungry; she wants to eat roasted meat!
Sure, I’m a great chef!
Xiao Yu, what’s a great chef?
It means a very, very big chef!
Under the setting sun, the two young girls squatted beneath a large tree playing house, their innocent voices declaring that they would be mothers to their dolls. Their faces radiated pure joy, as if they were the most carefree people in the world.
But in the blink of an eye, the two little girls grew up. Yu Songyu's consciousness began to fade; she smiled while tears streamed down her face.
So this is how painful it is to die!
She murmured to herself, her breath growing weaker and weaker.
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