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What surprised me was that this heartless, ruthless, and audacious human trafficker was so frightened that he lost control, with a stream of yellow liquid, reeking of foul odor, dripping down the bed sheets.
It was truly disgusting, and I quietly stepped back a few paces. At the same time, the air in the isolation ward began to grow colder.
One by one, shadows emerged from the darkness—some in school uniforms, others in floral dresses, and some even carrying backpacks adorned with cartoon characters. They were all injured, blood oozing from their wounds as they slowly and unsteadily approached Liu Eryong.
These were the victimized girls who had been trafficked by Liu Eryong, now standing densely around the hospital bed, glaring at the executioner who had ruined their lives. Liu Eryong attempted to wave away these "hallucinations," but he could hardly move; his flesh was so decayed that only his eyes remained capable of motion.
His eyes darted wildly, his lips moved as if trying to speak, but before any tears could fall, they seeped into his rotting flesh. Suddenly, Liu Eryong began to convulse violently. Chunks of decaying flesh fell away, revealing blackened bones beneath, and the stench in the air became unbearable.
Soon, the gaze of this scum began to fade, and his body’s convulsions gradually subsided. The heart monitor flatlined into a straight line. Damn you, go to hell!
After leaving the hospital, I returned once again to that place called "home." Before my mother passed away, it had been the warmest place in my life. Back then, my father was an engineer at the factory; although he was busy, he would often surprise us unexpectedly. Sometimes it was cakes of various flavors, sometimes it was strawberries for Meng Meng’s delight, and sometimes it was a bouquet of flowers for my mother…
But all of that came to a sudden halt after my mother’s death. That year, I was fifteen and Li Meng was only ten. Young Meng Meng often climbed into my bed at midnight, crying that she missed our mother. I would hold her close and mimic our mother’s soothing gestures, gently patting her back. Each time, I would only allow myself to cry once Meng Meng had fallen asleep.
Later, my father brought home a strange woman and told us to call her Mom. Her name was Yang Meiling. When she first moved in, she pretended to be nice to us for a while. But it didn't take long for her true colors to show.
Not having enough to eat, enduring verbal insults, and facing beatings became a daily routine for me and Meng Meng. On top of that, we had to take on a heavy load of household chores. Once, just because I poured some hot water to wash her underwear, she grabbed my hand and shoved it into icy water, screaming at me, "You want to wash a piece of clothing and you need hot water? You're the most spoiled one! What a worthless brat!"
At first, I would tell my father about Yang Meiling's abuse, but he didn't believe me—or perhaps he simply didn't care. Ever since my mother passed away, that man had completely fallen apart. Every day after work, he would gamble with a bunch of friends and come home drunk.
I could only rely on myself to protect Li Meng as best as I could. Meng Meng often went hungry and her little face was so thin it was smaller than my palm. She was afraid I would worry, so she always said she wasn't hungry.
Eventually, I started secretly working at a convenience store, quietly saving money to buy some food for Meng Meng. At night, we often hid under the covers together. I would take out the White Rabbit Creamy Candy I bought for her and watch the sparkle of surprise in Meng Meng's bright eyes. I felt that as long as I could protect her and help her grow up well, that would be enough.
If it weren't for that day... If I hadn't been tricked by Yang Meiling, if I had recognized her and Liu Eryong's scheme earlier... Meng Meng, I'm sorry. I promised to always protect you... It was me who broke that promise...
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