Song Zhenrong's voice was a bit choked up, almost unable to speak.
Thinking about the hardships his sister endured, he was nearly sleepless day and night with sorrow.
However, Song Zhenrong could still speak and move, while Song Xi had long turned into a heap of foul-smelling rotting flesh, barely resembling a human. She couldn't even speak, only her skin, full of cheese-like holes of different sizes, opened and closed as she breathed.
As the thick blanket was spread open, revealing Song Xi's true condition, Ding Hui's eyes immediately sparkled.
Song Xi had been one of her experimental subjects. Ding Hui hadn't forgotten about Song Xi's existence; it was just that the situation was forcing her hand, as plans couldn't catch up with the changes. Thunder City's situation underwent drastic changes, leaving no time to attend to Song Xi.
But now, there was a need for Song Xi. The matter of treating her illness naturally came to the forefront.
