At that moment, I wanted to change this "history."
I wanted to save the You sisters and prevent the tragedy from happening.
But the dream began to tremble.
It wasn't like the montage-style movie effects from before. This was a strange shaking.
The shaking lasted only a second, and my position had already changed.
A sudden, sharp pain spread across my face, and my body slammed heavily to the ground.
I heard a girl crying. I heard "my" cries, too.
My body crawled to its feet on its own. I raised my head, grabbed the man, and bit him, only to be knocked down again. This time, I crashed into the junk beside me and was buried beneath boxes, old newspapers and books, and all kinds of rubbish.
My chest hurt badly, and so did my head. Through a gap in the junk, I saw the little girl pinned beneath the man. She was crying and screaming, her mouth covered, her face turned to one side, directly toward me.
My vision blurred with tears, and a quiet whimper escaped my throat.
My consciousness sank into darkness, then returned.
I was no longer pinned beneath the junk. Instead, I was tied up, curled on the floor. Something had been stuffed into my mouth, keeping "me" from making a sound. Dried tear tracks streaked my face, and my eyes must have been swollen.
The room was pitch-black. After a long while, someone finally turned on the light, and there was movement.
When I saw the man approaching, "I" shuffled backward.
He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me out.
I saw a woman. Her face was weary, and she only glanced at me.
"You Fuxing, you want to kill Jingjing, too? If you wanted her dead, why didn't you do it