Gan Tian was shocked.
She couldn't believe it: "Impossible."
"Sister also doesn't want to believe it. But, it's a fact!" A hint of pain flashed in Hong Mei's eyes.
"And the sister? What happened to the sister later?" Gan Tian pressed on.
"She was taken away by a trafficker! She was sold. After several twists and turns, she was sold overseas..." Hong Mei closed her eyes, and the past replayed before her like a black-and-white movie.
Over these years, she had suffered greatly, using every bit of her wit just to survive.
Those days of inhumanity, neither human nor ghost, were painful just to think about.
She longed for the carefree days of her hometown, under the acacia trees in May, where their mother sat by a small table, stitching clothes and sewing embroidered balls for them, one stitch at a time.
"Impossible? Sister isn't that kind of person, right?" Gan Tian said, but she felt a deep pain in her chest, and her head ached as if it were about to split.
