No matter what, Wuya always stood by her sister's side.
Especially when she couldn't help but remember their lives from childhood, as well as their parents' favoritism and indifference.
Sudden sadness overcame her, and she ran over, carefully avoiding the wounds, throwing herself on Luo Ning's body.
"Sister, why is our fate so bitter?"
"It might be better to just die now, otherwise we will inevitably be tormented to death."
She burst into tears in an instant, looking forlorn and helpless.
Not to mention the onlookers, the villagers felt pained in their hearts at the sight, thinking the sisters were too pitiable.
Even the fifty-something brigade leader, a man, found the scene unbearable to watch.
If things continued this way, the sisters were afraid they would indeed be driven to death by Old Madam Luo and the others.
Old Madam Luo and the others: "..." Clearly, they were the real victims, okay?
