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Chapter 1

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In the dark room.

Qin Sheng opened her eyes. She could still feel the piercing pain in her heart.

Not long ago, there was a knife in her heart.

She could not forget the feeling of the sharp blade piercing into her heart. The intense pain drilled into her heart and pierced into her bone marrow.

Lying on the ground, she kept losing blood and breathing became more and more difficult.

The last thing she saw was Qin Churou, who was also lying on the ground. Her eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.

Qin Churou was dead. Qin Sheng pulled the knife out of her heart and stabbed her. She chose to die together with her.

Qin Churou was once Qin Sheng's younger sister. She was also the most trusted person in the world.

However, it was her who squeezed her dry and wanted her life in the end.

Qin Churou used her to get close to Fu Hanchuan.

She used her to become a master painter.

She used her to become a movie queen.

She used her to develop Qin's Real Estate into one of the top 500 companies in the world.

Qin Churou took all the glory in her arms. On the surface, she looked pure and harmless, but everything she did was to put Qin Sheng to death.

Qin Churou was jealous of her painting talent. She used a trick to break her hand.

In the end, Qin Sheng lost her value. Qin Churou put slow poison in her food and water.

Every time Qin Sheng thought about it, her hands clutched the bedsheets tightly. Her heart was filled with hatred.

Qin Churou destroyed her. She took away her family and everything she had.

What about now?

Wasn't she dead?

Why was she still alive?

Was it Qin Churou who saved her and wanted to torture her again?

Qin Sheng calmed down.

No, Qin Churou would never save her. She killed Qin Churou. Qin Churou was also dead.

Qin Sheng took a good look at her surroundings.

The dilapidated brick house, the moldy quilt, and the bed that was shorter than her height. It was very familiar.

"The Feng family?"

Qin Sheng's voice was a little hoarse. Perhaps it was because she had not spoken for a long time.

She clutched her heart. She would never forget this place.

Because she had lived in this house for 17 years.

Everything that had happened here had become a nightmare that she would never forget.

Why was she back here now?

Qin Sheng's brows were tightly furrowed.

At this moment!

An impatient woman's voice appeared at the door.

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