"Who Would Protect Her?"
Ainsley closed her eyes and hid the pained look in her eyes, but the live broadcast audiences could still catch her grieving look.
She's recalling that hell-like experience.
Following Ainsley's wounded look was her weak whisper.
"I...I saw death for the first time. I saw blood...and the blood belonged to the people I should have protected. But...but I failed them."
The studio suddenly became silent. Everyone could feel the depressing mood, and they subconsciously held their breath.
Even Leroy was shocked when he first heard of this and didn't know what to say.
Ainsley's voice became weaker and weaker. The baby clenched her skirt tightly and didn't dare to lift her head.
"At that time, I was almost insane with guilt. I was really...my mental state wasn't good at all, and it was stimulated so much that my keen hearing evolved briefly."
"When it evolved...I can hear the voice of the dead souls."