Chuchu is my child with manshi

Gu manxi's voice was as gentle as spring water, flowing into the endless desert in Zhao manshi's heart.

Zhao manshi finally couldn't help but cry and ask, " "I ... 'What should I do ...' 'Sister, I'm really so uncomfortable ...' I'll never forget what happened that night ..."

"I'm scared ..."

"It's all my fault ... If I didn't wear the dress that day, maybe it wouldn't have happened ..."

"I don't dare to tell you. I'm afraid that you ... You think I'm dirty ..."

Gu manxi's voice was hoarse. She pressed down on her sister's shoulder and comforted her gently, " "You silly child. This matter will never be your fault. It's that bad man's fault. Don't worry, I'll get justice for you. He'll pay for what he's done."

Zhao manshi cried until her throat was hoarse.

Grievances, bitterness, sadness, and the negative emotions that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time were like a flood that burst out of a dam, making it hard for her to breathe.