Lin Yushan took the bottle of medicine, and the whole people were shaking, and her performance, not fear, but hatred, penetrated into the marrow of hate.

Take away a book next to the drawer. Under the book is a bright knife. She looks at the cold blade. She used to be like a whole person being dagged by a knife like this.

There is no way for her to start her life wrong. As soon as she entered the orphanage and entered the new home arranged for her by Lin Yunzheng, she stepped into the tragedy of her life bit by bit.

There was a knock at the door. Lin...