"Okay, you can go now." Wan Qianqian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She tightened her grip on the cup, and the water temperature reached her palm through the glass, warming her heart.
Soon, Wen Yuen left, leaving Wan Qianqian alone in the large dressing room. She happened to be a little thirsty, so she drank a few mouthfuls of the calming potion in her hand.
A few minutes later, there was another knock on the door of the dressing room, and the closed door was slowly pushed open. Wan Qianqian, who subconsciously raised her eyes to look at the mirror, saw a middle-aged foreign man dressed like a priest. The facial features on his face put together gave him a particularly amiable feeling.
The first impression gave people a warm and genial feeling. A trace of surprise quickly flashed through Wan Qianqian's eyes, and then the corners of her mouth pursed into a friendly arc. She nodded slightly at the priest in the mirror to greet him.
"Hello, bride." As soon as the priest walked in, he spoke vaguely in Chinese, but the meaning was still relatively accurate.
"Hello." Wan Qianqian was also a person who believed in faith, so she generally treated this kind of person or thing with the most tolerant and friendly attitude.
The priest had a kind of glassy eyes, giving people a feeling that there was water flowing in them, and it was particularly good-looking. There were two strands of black and white beard under his nose, and the apple cheeks on both sides of his cheeks were particularly obvious because of his amiable smile. Overall, he gave people the feeling that he was a relatively cute young old man.
She saw the priest walking in her direction step by step. His footsteps were very light, and when the soles of his shoes touched the ground, there was not much sound. It felt like he was walking on cotton, which made Wan Qianqian couldn't help but be surprised.
"Can I sit here?" The priest stared at the big glassy eyes and asked in a particularly cute manner.
Wan Qianqian, who was attracted by the expression on his face, nodded subconsciously. Her gaze didn't move from the time he walked over to the time he sat down. Even she didn't realize it. The two hands that were stirring together on his thighs had loosened at some point in time and hung limply by his sides.
A voice as warm as the spring breeze brushed past Wan Qianqian's eardrums, making her enter a state of relaxation. Coupled with the calming and soothing effect of the water she had just drunk, Wan Qianqian felt her entire body relax.
Gradually, the pair of clear and bright eyes were filled with confusion and turbidity, and the focus was also gradually dissipating. He was like a soulless shell as he sat foolishly on the chair.
"Wan Qianqian." It was still that gentle voice, with a hint of silk, which made it easier to hypnotize a person.
For example, when Wan Qianqian heard his call, she stiffly nodded her head like a robot. She didn't even have the ability to think. His four limbs were also hanging limply, only his back was still leaning straight against the back of the chair.
The cute expression on Jason's face had already disappeared, and the glassy color in his eyes showed a tendency to gradually deepen. The originally slightly raised arc had also become flat at this moment. His eyes were like the eyes of an eagle, staring sharply at Wan Qianqian, his entire person entering a state of complete concentration.
What didn't quite match that highly nervous expression was his voice that was still like the spring breeze. It had a unique feeling of nature, making one's entire body feel relaxed upon hearing it, unknowingly falling into the hypnotic trap that he had woven.
"Now that you are in the Ling family, you have a grandfather who loves you dearly, a father and a mother …" Jason continued to use that gentle voice to guide Wan Qianqian to open up the memories that had been sealed for more than twenty years. Every word seemed to be calling out from the depths of her soul, calling her to return to the depths of her soul.
The hypnotized Wan Qianqian looked at the surrounding darkness in confusion. The gentle voice that rang out in the air was like a guiding light in this darkness, illuminating the path ahead for her.
Step by step, she walked towards the direction of the light. When she was a little further away, she could only vaguely see the outline of a castle. When she gradually approached, the appearance of the castle also became clearer. There were many precious and beautiful flowers planted around the solemn and solemn castle, and some servants were busy.
Wan Qianqian, who stood dazedly at the door, was very confused. Just where was she? Why was she here? Who were these people?
The unfamiliar scene made Wan Qianqian especially confused. She tightly pursed her lips as she looked forward. Although that castle with the aura of history was unfamiliar, there was a kind of familiar feeling in the depths of her mind.
"Ling Yuxuan! I want that! " A childish and domineering voice suddenly rang out, driving away all of Wan Qianqian's puzzlement. She followed the voice and turned her gaze in that direction.
A figure wearing a light pink princess dress stood in front of her, with her hands on her waist in an exceptionally domineering manner. Her delicate mouth was pouting high, and her clear eyes sparkled with a crystal light. She was particularly arrogant as she pressured the boy standing in front of her who was hugging a small potted plant. It was obvious that she was bullying the boy.
But this little girl's domineering appearance did not make people feel that she was unruly and domineering. Instead, it gave people a rather cute feeling. What shocked Wan Qianqian the most was that the face overlapped with the little girl in her nightmares.
"Big sister, don't snatch my little plant, okay? This is a gift from auntie." The little boy was still hugging the small potted plant tightly, pitifully begging the arrogant and domineering little princess in front of him. Crystal clear tears constantly flickered in his light brown eyes, making him look very pitiful.
The little princess slightly pursed her lips, and a trace of thought flashed across her delicate face. Finally, she asked loudly, "No, quickly give me that potted plant."
"Wah! Big sister, you're bullying me! " The little boy's eyes, which had been holding back for a long time, burst into tears at this moment. Bean-sized tears fell continuously, but no one blamed the little princess.
After crying for a long time, the little boy sullenly handed the small potted plant to the little princess, and then ran away. The little princess, who was left in place holding the small potted plant, frowned slightly, and roughly threw the potted plant away. She helplessly sighed, "What a silly little brother. That potted plant will make you sick if you keep it around for a long time."
Following that, similar things kept repeating. The little princess played the role of the bad guy incisively and vividly. Moreover, she was the little princess who was doted on by thousands of people. Unknowingly, she had planted the seeds of disaster.
The surrounding scene became slightly distorted, and the environment gradually changed. Wan Qianqian saw that the little princess was tightly restrained by a bodyguard. With her little strength, it was simply not enough to resist.
The bodyguard carried her to the front of a secret room. Without the slightest bit of tenderness for the fairer sex, he directly exerted force with his hands. That small body formed a beautiful parabola in the air, and then fell heavily on the ground. The dull sound when her body came into contact with the floor was especially painful to listen to.
Especially her small arms and slender legs. Her skin was as tender as an egg that had just been peeled. Such a fall would definitely break her skin severely.
Looking at this scene, Wan Qianqian's tears unknowingly flowed down. In the depths of her heart and soul, there was an endless sorrow clamoring and screaming. It was also at that moment that she realized that this small figure was her, and not her so-called little sister.
"Da — —" The dark secret room was instantly illuminated by light. There were only walls on all sides, and this secret room could not be any more simple and crude. The ground was full of spoiled leftovers, and there seemed to be traces of mice living here. For the little princess who was doted on by thousands of people, this was hell.
"Big sister, how does it feel here? I specially arranged it for you. " At the door of the secret room, the figure of a little boy stood quietly. His brown eyes constantly flickered with endless hatred, and when he said that sentence, there seemed to be an almost morbid joy.
"Ling Yuxuan, you're the one who captured me and brought me here! Let me out, or else I'll ask grandpa to teach you a lesson! " The difference in treatment was a little hard for the little princess to accept. Hatred quickly climbed up her face, and she used a commanding tone to roar at Ling Yuxuan.
However, this sentence made Ling Yuxuan smile blankly. The hatred in his eyes became more and more intense, and his small body seemed to be a little trembling because it could not bear his hatred. "That old fart! You still expect him to save you? Dream on! "
"Grandpa, what did you do to grandpa!" As soon as she heard this, she knew that something had happened. She hurriedly stood up from the ground and ran in front of Ling Yuxuan, speaking angrily.
When she got up and ran over, Ling Yuxuan had already taken a suitable step back, and the corner of his mouth still held that trace of a victorious smile. "That old fart is already dead."
Seeing this scene, Wan Qianqian's tears fell even more rapidly. Endless sorrow fiercely wrapped around her, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. Just looking at this scene in front of her in a daze, the feeling of her heart throbbing was especially obvious.
The next scene began to change again, and the scene gradually became familiar. It was the scene of the little girl being abused. Every scene made her heart ache to the extreme. Wan Qianqian, whose breathing became uneven, could only use her mouth to breathe in big mouthfuls of air, so that she would not faint from being unable to bear it.
The abuse at the beginning was far less cruel than the cruelty in Wan Qianqian's nightmare, but it still caused her endless harm. Ling Yuxuan became even more morbid, and began to use all kinds of methods to torture her.
Later, he brought another boy, and the little girl, who had been abused to the point of weakness, no longer had a trace of strength to speak. She just quietly curled up in a corner, curling up into a ball, as if it was more secure.
Wan Qianqian also could not see the appearance of the other little boy clearly, as if there was a layer of mist shrouding his face. No matter how hard she tried to look, she still could not see through the layer of mist.
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