"Lianzi, are you really all right?" Lin Xiaoxiao looked worriedly at Wen Lian, who sat silently beside her.
The room was dimly lit. Wen Lian's entire face had swollen into a pig's head. Sitting at the bedside, she neither spoke nor made a sound, only stared blankly at a rain-lotus porcelain vase carved with sparrows on the table.
"Don't worry. This time, I specifically went to Brother Wei. He used his own connections to get you out. I transferred the two meat farms you entrusted me to manage to him. You don't mind, do you?" Lin Xiaoxiao asked carefully.
Wen Lian slowly shifted her gaze and looked at her closest friend.
She had been knocked unconscious and taken away, then beaten without end, beaten until she passed out several times. Yet her family had not come to save her. Instead, it was her best friend, Lin Xiaoxiao, who had done everything she could to rescue her.
Even more despairingly, when she returned home, her father had been horrified. Thinking she had escaped on her own, he had actually intended to send her back.
"Xiaoxiao, tell me... am I very stupid?" Wen Lian suddenly asked.
"No. You're only a little stupid, not very stupid," Lin Xiaoxiao answered honestly.
"..."
Wen Lian had originally thought her friend would take the chance to comfort her, but instead—
Her heart suffered another heavy blow. Looking at her friend, she could no longer hold back her tears. With a wail, she burst into loud sobs.
"Why am I so unlucky? Why did I have to run into that kind of bastard? Why? After I was caught, he just kept beating me. He didn't care one bit whether I was a girl. I thought I'd have to be beaten to death before I could come back."