Mu Donglin looked at Li Beinian and felt a wrenching pain in his heart. At the same time, he was shocked beyond words.
How did Li Beinian… end up like this?
She was such a glib-tongued woman. Without her tongue, how was she going to survive?
Was this a dream?
If it was a dream, why did it feel so real!
Mu Donglin could clearly see the moldy and rotting tables and chairs, the insects and pests all over the floor, and he could even smell the stench of mold and blood in the air.
Looking lost and vulnerable, Li Beinian started to cry.
Blood continued to flow out of her body. Her body, which had always been physically strong, swayed as she tried to steady herself against the wall. Her eyelids drooped and she cried helplessly.
It was as if she had no idea what was going on.
Such a disaster was like bad luck that suddenly invaded her life. She couldn't avoid it, but was helpless to resist it.
