"Hanchuan... I didn't mean it. Hanchuan, you have to believe me."
Inside the villa, Xiang Wan was kneeling on the ground, his face paler than the white porcelain bottle on the table.
She didn't turn on the light, so she couldn't see the man's expression on the sofa at the moment. She could only see the cigarette between his fingers shining with a faint light, and finally, it disappeared little by little.
This feeling was like waiting for the sentence of death, which made her even more uneasy.
She lowered her head and looked at her fingers in a daze. They were stained with Jiang Qingran's blood. After a long time, they had dried up, but now they were the evidence of her crime.
After an unknown period of time, he finally stood up, and his tall and slender figure gradually approached her.
"Xiang Wan, you have to pay the price for doing something wrong. Your clear legs are safe, but you can no longer dance. And you... why are you still alive and kicking?"
Her voice was so gloomy that it made her scared.
Under the moonlight, she faintly saw the man weighed the rod with his hand.
"As I said, as long as you are obedient, I can marry you. But why do I have to provoke Qingran? Huh?"
As soon as the man finished his words, the cue club fell down and hit the car.
"Ah!"
He used one hundred percent of his strength and she suffered a hundred times the pain.
"Hanchuan... I didn't..."
Her left leg felt a piercing pain. She was afraid and could only move back little by little. Unfortunately, her injured leg could only hang down stiffly. She was lifeless.
The man threw away the bent cue stick and looked coldly at her struggling face. "Xiang Wan, you're the one who paid for this leg. I'll keep your life, but remember, this debt is not over."
She hugged herself tightly, trembling.
Everything in front of her gradually overlapped into darkness. Before she closed her eyes, she vaguely saw him pick up the phone and make a call. "Tell the Xiang family that Xiang Wan has tried to kill someone deliberately. To protect her or the Xiang Group, let them do as they see fit."
Xiang Wan smiled gently. "I'm so tired," she thought. "Am I satisfied with everyone's death?"
Two years later-
In the cold winter of the third nine, the first snow of this winter finally fell in City B.
The gate of the detention center in the eastern suburbs was opened early in the morning.
A thin woman came out. Perhaps it was inconvenient for her legs, so she didn't walk fast.
The snow was falling down. The woman raised her head and ignored the deep and shallow scars on it. It could be seen that it was a young and delicate face.
In such weather, the bus station didn't have much traffic. It only took one bus two or three hours to travel from one bus to another.
She was unlucky. Five minutes before she left the detention center, a bus had just left.
So she had to wait for another two or three hours by the road.
She touched the chiffon shirt she was wearing and frowned. Even the crescent-shaped scar at the corner of her brows was furrowed.
It was still spring when he entered the detention center, and he never thought that it would be winter when he came out again.
She stood under the bus stop card and looked blankly at the detention center opposite her, which had been grounded for two years. There were eight big words on the white wall. "Make a good transformation and start over."
Suddenly, she couldn't help laughing.
In the past two years, she had read such characters countless times a day. However, was there a chance for her to become a new person after coming out of this place?
In the cold, she was lost in her thoughts. It was not until the bus came out of the snow and interrupted her thoughts that she rubbed her painful legs and got in the car.
She only had an old mobile phone and more than a dozen yuan that the prison guards kindly gave her. She invested in the money and sat in the back seat in a proper manner.
This bus was the only car that drove from the center of the city to the prison, so there was only one passenger in the car. Along the way, she clung to the window as if she could not see enough.
It turned out that in two years, the city had changed so much.
