Bai Zhi felt deep pain for Xiao Jiu. She was just a child, yet she had to be treated like this by her own mother. It was bad enough to be used as a tool, but worse that she was given the hope of familial love, making her believe her mother loved her.
That hope turned into deep despair in the end.
She held Xiao Jiu in her arms, "Be good, Xiao Jiu."
Xiao Jiu cried uncontrollably in Bai Zhi's embrace, "I hurt so much, sister, I hurt so much."
It truly hurt, hurt so much.
She wanted to die from the pain, to no longer endure such suffering.
"I want to die, but she said she couldn't bear it, that she loved me, she would find a way to make me well again.
But it's not true, it's simply not true.
She only did it for herself, wanting me to transform into a half-demon for them over and over again. Even though it caused me unbearable pain, she didn't care at all. Sister, she really doesn't care about me..."
Xiao Jiu sobbed over and over, unable to control herself.
