"4677 Lin Qingshuang, come out!"

A cold voice came from the end of the hallway, and the head nurse slammed on the door with a stun baton, making a screeching sound of metal clashing.

When he heard this sound, Lin Qingshuang had just been slapped and fell to the ground, and his head hit the dirty urinal, leaving new bruises.

"Phew, stinky cripple, count yourself lucky!"

A mouthful of spit fell to Lin Qingshuang's side, and she slowly got up from the ground.

Last week, my broken hand was not in good shape, and I wasted a lot of effort to get up.

"Look at her dead appearance, where is the eldest lady when she came in?"

"Haha, now she's just a puddle of mud just like us. ”

......

Lin Qingshuang held on to the door of the ward and limped in the direction of the head nurse.

When she was still a supermodel, her legs were called peerless legs, straight and slender.

After five years in a psychiatric hospital, these legs struggled to walk, let alone the scars on the patches.

"Don't hurry up yet!" The head nurse pushed her impatiently, with a face full of disdain: "The original eldest lady of the Lin family is different, she killed someone, and someone still fished you out after losing her mind." ”

Lin Qingshuang, whose face was scarred, had blank eyes, and even if she heard sarcastic words, her face was unwavering.

Protect her?

It's really ridiculous, she was accused of being a murderer back then, and she was arranged to be sent here, and no one even stood up to cry out for her even when she was still in confinement.

Later, for five years in a psychiatric hospital, she was named and "taken care of", broke her leg and cut off two toes, and when she was beaten and insulted, no one stood up to say a word of protection.

There is no darker place than a mental hospital, where everyone is a perpetrator and she has no good time.

Now that she is used to this kind of life, some people are bored.

She sneered in her heart: With that man's words, who can get her out?

Thinking of this, her eyes seemed to see the pair of cold and deep eyes again, and his voice was like a ghost, ringing in her ears: "Lin Qingshuang, I want to make your life worse than death in this life." ”

Even after five years, every time she thinks about it, she feels a chill creeping up her spine.

"Go in, they're waiting for you. ”

The head nurse stalked around and led her to a room, where sunlight leaked through the window at the end of the hallway, adding a touch of mystery to the room.

Lin Qingshuang was unwavering, and watched the head nurse open the door for her and leave.

This time, she finally couldn't help but raise her cold eyebrows, and a layer of doubt arose in her heart: Can you make the head nurse not look at it?

There was a creaking sound when the door opened, and as the light filled the room, Lin Qingshuang felt the coldness spread from the soles of her feet all the way to the top of her head, and the cold hung every hair of her hair on the frost and snow.

"Lin Qingshuang, if you dare to kill her, I want you to die!"

"I don't want to see you again in this life!"

"Why didn't you become a cripple like your brother?"

The past came flooding back into her heart, causing Lin Qingshuang's heart, which had long been petrified to ashes, to be ignited by hatred and pain again, and the flames burned her, draining almost all the air in her chest......

She trembled, her lips trembling as she looked at the man leaning back in his chair like Satan......

He...... It's him, Sheng Yixing!

And the man seemed to see her, half of his face was still buried in the dark, but his thin red lips evoked an evil smile: "Lin Qingshuang, is it still comfortable to stay in hell?"