Nancy felt like she was dying. Her hand hurt so badly she could barely breathe, and her vision kept fading to black. In both of her lives combined, she had never felt such pain. In her past life, her parents may not have cherished her, but they'd never deprived her of anything material. They never hit her either; the worst they did was not care about her.
She'd never really suffered any physical hardship; what she lacked was affection.
But in that moment, Nancy had a sudden epiphany. 'It doesn't really matter if you lack affection. As long as your body isn't being tortured, that's good enough.' By that standard, her parents from her past life were actually pretty decent.
"Dad… Mom… Nancy's going to die from the pain…"
Nancy didn't know if she was calling out to her parents from this life or her last. Her mind was a hazy mess. She lay limply on the ground, and the sight of her twisted right wrist filled her with both pain and fear.
