Oh No, It's Zhu Zhuqing!

[You were furious!]

[You began frantically calling in help. Though yours was a family of support specialists, its connections ran far and wide. Before long, you received a reply from your family: your father had invited a host of experts to come to your aid.]

[To avoid letting word leak out, you kept your anger bottled up for three days.]

[Three days later, your father arrived with a host of powerful fighters and, following your memories, successfully destroyed the human traffickers' hideout.]

[You cared nothing about rescuing the children or killing the fallen soul masters.]

[You asked your father to spare the traffickers' leader-the young married woman who called herself every child's mother-and the two fallen soul masters who had tortured you.]

[From that day onward, your father saw you in a new light.]

[Your cruelty exceeded anything he had imagined.]

[After torturing those three for several days, you grew bored. You smashed their teeth and cooked a great pot of steaming yellow glutinous millet.]

[You rolled the millet into balls, dipped them in ice water, then stuffed them into the three captives' mouths and forced them to swallow.]

[Once the millet reached their stomachs, its scorching heat quickly burned their internal organs. You listened to their agonized howls, the pleasure of revenge flooding your chest.]

[In the end, your father could no longer bear to watch and told you to give the three a quick death...]