The shackles imprisoned her freedom, her soul, and she was on the verge of a breakdown.
Mo Lan wanted to resist, but she just stood there motionless.
Her eyes were vacant, staring blankly at some distant place.
Qi Ruigang frowned, "Who are you trying to put on that act for?"
Mo Lan couldn't even be bothered to speak, standing there soullessly.
In the past, when he tormented her, her only way to escape the pain was to sink into despair, numbing herself with silence.
Later, she saw hope; someone was willing to help her.
Even though that help couldn't save her from deep water and scorching fire, she still saw a glimmer of hope.
She was like a stranded fish, desperately wriggling to jump into the water.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried, she was still on the shore, waiting to suffocate slowly.
Her last strength was exhausted, and now, she was left with only silence and despair again.
Qi Ruigang couldn't stand her look of despair.
