"No! Don't do this to me! Get away from me! If you defile me like this, I'll die right in front of you!"
At that time, Yan Huan was still young and didn't understand what the men outside were doing to her sister. She could hear her sister's heart-wrenching cries and the nauseating laughter of the men.
She clutched the corner of her clothes and cried secretly, not knowing how much time passed before the sounds outside gradually disappeared.
The girl walked in, naked, holding her clothes, walking barefoot on the cold floor. The moonlight of the cold night shone through the window, and she clearly saw the despair in her sister's eyes.
"Sister... are you okay?" Yan Huan got up to help her put on clothes, "It's too cold; you'll freeze."
The girl's eyes were filled with tears, and she mumbled like she was possessed: "Dirty... dirty..."
Yan Huan didn't know what the girl meant by dirty.
She said to her: "Once there's water, it'll wash clean."
"It won't wash clean..."
