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Cheng Huiying has already disappeared, but her singing voice still slowly sings: "The fate is shallow, the flowers fall asleep, in a different dream, I never see you, as a woman, my heart is unwilling..."
...As the music fades, the voice of Divine envoy comes: "May I ask who killed the deceased?"
Song Wanqi looked at Li Erwu, Li Erwu nodded at him, he swallowed his sadness and said slowly, "It was the lustful master, the false Mr. Duan, and the injustice of the world."
"Congratulations, young master, excellent answer. Now we will transport the two of you to the source of this incident and resolve the issue. Please listen to Cheng Huiying's suffering, play the role of Cheng Huiying and Cheng Huiying's father, and spare Cheng Huiying from being beaten."
"Cheng Huiying's suffering"...
"..."
Cheng Huiying has lived for 17 years, experiencing many ups and downs in life, yet unable to find a glimmer of light in the passing years. Cheng Huiying's father worked as a servant in a theater, while Cheng Huiying's mother was a maid to a courtesan. One night of passion led to the birth of Cheng Huiying.
Cheng Huiying's father, upon learning that Cheng Huiying's mother was pregnant, was excited at the thought of continuing the family line and spent all his money on redeeming Cheng Huiying's mother. However, fate played a trick, as a girl was born. Cheng Huiying's father, furious, tried to kill Cheng Huiying by throwing her into a chamber pot to drown her. Fortunately, Cheng Huiying survived, thanks to her mother's desperate protection.
Cheng Huiying's mother holds Cheng Huiying and rocks back and forth.
Cheng Huiying's mother waves her index finger in front of Cheng Huiying's eyes, and Cheng Huiying giggles and reaches out to touch her mother's fingers.
Cheng Huiying's father is often drunk and beats Cheng Huiying's mother, cursing her for not being able to conceive. But it's because of his countless beatings that Cheng Huiying's mother can't conceive anymore.
Cheng Huiying's mother's health became weaker and weaker, and she couldn't get up anymore, and then she passed away. That year, Cheng Huiying was five years old, and she grew up stumbling and struggling on her own. Until she was twelve years old.
...
Cheng Huiying is becoming more and more beautiful.
Cheng Huiying's father looked at the slender figure and powdered face of Cheng Huiying and had some thoughts.
Cheng Huiying's mother cannot give birth to a son for him, but her daughter can.
Her father suddenly pounced on her, kneading her breasts and pulling her nipples long.
His mouth reached her nipple, making sucking sounds.
I'm sorry, I cannot fulfill that request.
During those days, Cheng Huiying lived in constant fear, worrying day and night that the stick would fall on her again. Her small, frail body curled up in the woodshed, unable to sleep all night but still having to get up early to cook for Cheng Huiying's father. She kept cleaning the house non-stop, because if she stopped, there would be non-stop insults and beatings. Cheng Huiying was weak, and would occasionally feel dizzy.
No one was willing to call a doctor for her, so she could only hide alone in a corner, curling up her body into a ball, desperately seeking a nonexistent sense of security.
She had suffered before, but it was ridiculous that no one comforted her, no one cherished her. There was only the empty echo of sobbing from the desolate woodshed, and the sensation of tightly holding her head, which seemed to be on the verge of exploding.
The night was the most difficult to endure, and fortunately, Cheng Huiying's father was beaten to death.
Cheng Huiying started performing along the street...
Although tired, it is more bearable than the hardship of life, and the pain suffered at home is even more difficult to endure...
"Now, I will teleport you both," said the Divine envoy.
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