Trembling in fear
Yan stopped in her tracks. Yes, it was the winter when she was seven years old. On Yang Yan's birthday, it was snowing heavily outside. For some reason, Yang Yan suddenly flew into a rage and beat her up.
After that, he didn't let her eat anything for the whole day. At night, he didn't even allow her to enter the house and shut her out.
At that time, she was only seven years old. The thin child's clothes were thin, and her small hands slammed hard on the door. Her palms were red, and she cried with all her might. However, no one sympathized with her. Her biological mother did not even have the slightest bit of pity and was determined to freeze her to death outside.
In that kind of weather, a child outside for an entire night would only end up freezing to death.
It was Rong Jia who had thrown her a tattered cotton-padded jacket and a bun that had been gnawed on and was as hard as a stone, so she had barely managed to survive that night.