The girl ate too quickly, choking and continually patting her chest.
Chu Qing threw her another water bag, which she hurriedly opened and greedily swallowed several gulps, finally letting out a long breath, and looked at Chu Qing, trembling.
Under the night sky, Chu Qing saw her face clearly.
It was truly very miserable.
Knives scars crisscrossed, chaotic and unsightly, and unlike Sun Xiaoxiang's old wounds, these injuries were untreated and inevitably festering and purulent.
Her appearance was like a fierce ghost, making one's skin crawl.
Yet her voice was timid, hiding her fear:
"I... I don't want to die...
"It's just... I'm useless... I can't avenge, living is meaningless...
"If... if someone is willing to buy me, help me avenge, I can live for that person.
"If no one... no one is willing to buy me... unable to avenge.
"Then it doesn't matter if I die... on Yellow Springs Road, maybe they are still waiting for me..."
