"Full of lies!" Wesley was furious, he didn't like this feeling.
Xiao Qiao disliked the current atmosphere even more; ever since she entered the small clinic, she felt particularly repressed.
All small clinics in the world seem to have one layout.
In such small places, oppressive and painful, one is easily reminded of many unpleasant things—like the nightmare in Pingliang City back in the day. As she looked at the small clinic, all she could hear were the usual sounds of gunfire. She still distinctly remembers the sound of bullets piercing her father's chest and the horrific sight of a row of bullets turning his chest into a bloody mess. She didn't want to reminisce, suddenly shifting her gaze outside.
The memory was too clear; she could recall every detail and even remember, before she fainted, her sister with bloodshot eyes hiding inside, praying that no one would find her.
"Xiao Qiao!"
