C2 (1/2)

Wen Jiu seemed to have that nightmare again.

It had rained heavily that night, and the broken windows and wooden doors were swaying in the wind.

An unfamiliar man broke through the window and tore open her clothes, ignoring her desperate efforts to struggle for help …

From beginning to end, he didn't utter a single word.

In the rainy night, the only sound that could be heard was that of the wooden bed constantly shaking and overlapping, becoming Wen Jiu's nightmare for more than ten years.

She had struggled in the same dream countless times, but she could not see the man's face.

The sharp pain in his body forcefully woke Wen Jiu up.

”So painful …”

When she opened her eyes, what she saw was a pitch black night.

The smell of alcohol on the man's face made her hair stand on end. She touched the silver hairpin under the pillow and pierced it heavily into his chest.

”Go down! Otherwise, I will kill you! ”

Wen Jiu said coldly.

This was the first time in so many years that her nightmare had gained the power to fight back against this man.

Wasn't she dead?

Why did he have to endure such humiliation?

Wen Jiu used all of his strength to insert the silver hairpin into the man's flesh. Blood flowed down the silver hairpin onto Wen Jiu's body continuously, it was sticky and warm, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

She could not move at all, she could only let him do what he wanted.