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“Ah Ying! Ah Ying!”

“Ah Ying…”

Faint, indistinct cries came from afar, growing nearer.

A chilling cold pierced through her chest, her breath tinged with the sweet metallic scent of rust.

The water rose above her head; the scarce light vanished bit by bit as her body sank.

All around was pitch black—so dark she couldn’t see her own hand.

The shouting overhead was intermittent. The girl trapped in this nightmare tried to open her eyes and locate the source, but her eyelids felt as if weighed down by a thousand pounds, and she could only surrender as her body endlessly descended.

“Ah Ying—”

The desperate cries pierced Chen Jiao’s eardrums.

Curled up on the wooden bed, she suddenly jolted awake, breaking free from the suffocating nightmare.

The sounds of struggle from next door stirred her dulled mind into confusion, and she tentatively called out, “Mother?”

Only a heavy nasal whimper answered her.

Realizing something was terribly wrong, Chen Jiao rolled off the bed, groped for a fire stick, and lit the oil lamp. The dim light instantly illuminated the bare walls.

Inside the cramped earthen house, a silent act of violence was unfolding.

Mrs. Xu, her mouth forcibly covered, struggled desperately, but as a frail woman, she was no match for the thug.

Seeing the man pressing down on her mother, Chen Jiao’s blood boiled. Instinctively, she grabbed a nearby object and struck the back of the man’s head.

The dull thud enraged him. Clutching his head, he glared viciously at Chen Jiao with