Bang!
With the crack of the gunshot, Sister was instantly pierced by a powerful surge of mental force.
Her tiny body suddenly straightened slightly. She slowly turned her head and looked toward Lu Xin.
A crisp sound like shattering glass rang out. Spiderweb-like cracks appeared across Sister's little face, and then it began to peel apart piece by piece.
Crack...
As Sister gently shattered like a porcelain vase, Lu Xin suddenly froze.
He suddenly felt as if something were missing inside him.
His body grew cold in waves. His heart shook wildly like an earthquake, and dizziness swept through his mind.
It was as if fragments of memory had suddenly been stirred deep within his mind. Emotions that seemed almost alive returned to him in a wanton, frenzied manner, tearing holes through his heart.
There was the fear of lying on the laboratory table, the despair of being abandoned, the insecurity of being afraid he could not accomplish certain things...
Amid these painful, cold memories, Lu Xin suddenly recalled many questions...
How had Sister come to be?
This was something he had always refused to truly face, something he had deliberately ignored.
Because Father and Mom had been sent by Gaoshan Laboratory to monitor and imprison him.
But what about Sister?
In his heart, Sister was Little Seventeen—but Little Seventeen was already dead...
She had died long ago, when the Crimson Moon Orphanage exploded...
Little Seventeen had been a very brave little girl.
In that nightmare-like scene, he had seen blood, burning flames, and eyes staring at him in terror. But at the time, he had been unable to sense any of it. He had only felt surging rage and fury. Yet it was also then that someone made him feel something else. It was Little Seventeen. Facing