Jin Ling lowered her head and bit her lower lip, her fingers entwined in the handkerchief, her heart pounding incessantly.
Thinking of Yun Qi, she couldn't ignore the fear and grievance of that day.
Because her father passed away early, her mother raised her and her brother alone. Jin Ling had suffered a lot since childhood. Before entering the Du Mansion, she had been beaten and scolded, but those experiences were nothing like that evening.
The twisted smiles and obscene remarks of the two thugs made her wish she could smash her head and end it all. It was indeed a terrifying experience.
If it weren't for Yun Qi's rescue, she definitely wouldn't be alive now.
"Miss..." the old woman noticed Jin Ling's stunned expression and called her name.
Jin Ling shivered and came back to her senses, asking, "Did he say what his name is?"
