It was only the third photo, yet it contained such terrifying content.
What then could be on those photos I hadn't finished looking at?
A massive wave of panic suddenly washed over her.
Xu Si moved to sit on the soft bed, slowly covering her eyes, feeling the violent pounding and sour ache in her chest.
The moon reached its zenith and began to set, the night wind died down, and all became silent, but sleep still eluded her.
She stared into the dense night, drank several glasses of cool water, and tossed and turned until dawn.
Xu Si didn't consider herself a kind person; she rarely felt compassion for anyone.
But she couldn't help thinking about how the young boy used to depend on her so much. How desolate he must have felt when he first arrived, waiting for her appearance, only for her to never show up.
To her surprise, a real pang of pain began to throb in her heart.
This feeling persisted until the sky began to pale.
