Zhao Haishuang's hatred toward Cheng Lie grew stronger every time she saw Cheng Huai's frail body.
If it were possible, she wished Cheng Lie could die in place of Cheng Huai.
That day, after having taken Cheng Huai to the hospital for treatment, Zhao Haishuang returned home, exhausted, planning to rest for a bit on the bed.
As soon as she opened the door, she suddenly noticed a piece of paper lying on the floor.
She bent down to pick up the paper.
In the dimly lit room, the woman in the drawing seemed to smile at her, her eyes carrying a soul-like intensity, staring straight at her.
In that instant, Zhao Haishuang threw the drawing to the ground as if struck by lightning and shrank into the corner of the wall.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, her heart pounding so violently it felt as though it would leap out of her throat.
Normally, when frightened, Zhao Haishuang would scream, but this time, overcome with terror, she found herself voiceless, unsure of how to let it out.
