This photograph shattered Song Yingchen's defenses.
His feigned strength finally gave way. The instant he saw the girl in the photograph, it felt as if a sharp knife had stabbed his heart.
In the photograph, Ah Jiang's eyes, filled with despair, stared into the camera, conveying a suffocating oppression that made it hard to breathe.
What exactly was Wen Jiang thinking at that moment, under such circumstances?
Song Yingchen let out a low, pain-filled groan. Not daring to look any longer, he clenched the photo tightly and covered his face with one hand, his shoulders quivering.
He seemed genuinely grief-stricken.
Zero Egg, displaying the quality expected of a data System, said at this moment, "Not bad, the pain value has peaked. That's two Points. Host, do you think you can extract a bit more?"
Meng Qi was also shocked by the photograph.
He looked at Wen Jiang in disbelief, seeing a hint of schadenfreude in her eyes, as if the desperate girl in the photograph wasn't her.
