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When Little Ruan Qi woke up again, it was already dark.
Revive Manor was silent; if not for the occasional screams, anyone would think this was just an ordinary farm.
The room was pitch-black, with no lights on. To prevent the 'goods' from escaping, all rooms holding 'products' at Revive Manor had no big windows, only small windows the size of a washbasin high up in the walls.
The pale moonlight poured in from the small window, coldly illuminating Ruan Qi.
After days of torment, the little girl had completely collapsed, and today's blood-drinking incident further exacerbated her terrible mental state. The light in those beautiful peach blossom eyes was gone, the always bloodless face looked so fragile, as if she had truly become a lifeless porcelain doll.
She lay there, motionless, like a corpse unable to rest in peace.
