A thick ash mixed with scorching heat and colorful sparks, erupted as she poked her head in, and although I was only stunned to stop it as she rushed to the fireplace, it was too late, "nothing can stop a mortal heart, and nothing can destroy her faith, except faith itself", Marx's words gave me a new understanding, and made me awe of this indigenous girl, whether she wished to destroy herself, Still hoping to destroy the skin that every man coveted, she succeeded.

I assure you, her face was thrown to the ground in less than half a second in the furnace, the great pain stimulated her and she fainted, her hair burned with a lot of open flames and the smell of burning, the scattered sparks floated on her milky white dress suddenly bright spots but did not ignite, the most terrible thing was her face, I could not bear to describe, although I saved it in time, only half of her head went into the fireplace, and only the half was damaged, but I still could not bear to say half a word, It is used to describe half of the face that was overwhelmed by the country and the city ten minutes ago.

In a panic, he took the earthen pot close to him, poured half of the spring water on her body, and slowly, slowly but kept flowing the remaining water on her damaged half cheek.

A foul smell hit my nostrils, but so what? A sense of guilt made me unable to stop what I was doing, and my hands tore apart the white dress that had been wet against her, until I was far away from the sparks that were still faint in my hair, and her upper body was completely naked in my eyes, and I was standing at her side for a moment.

It can be said that this is an impeccable carcass, but, to my surprise, on this white skin like mutton fat, there are countless traces of being sucked, gnawed, scratched, just outside the hole, although she has been stripped of her white dress by the balls, I have never looked in front of her, the basic shame of human beings still exists, and besides, her kneeling posture also makes these details escape my sight, so that I miss these details.

With the white skirt fading downward, her waist, lower abdomen, inner thighs, almost every piece of skin and flesh was accompanied by bruises and gnawing marks, what did this girl go through before coming here, what Dandan said is undoubtedly true, this child must have endured inhuman torture.

I roared out the name of the ball, but there was still no response, there were only two cans of water left, and I knew that what her face needed most now was to soak it in water, so as to avoid the greatest damage, although, I knew, the damage was inevitable, but I still didn't want her to see half of her own frightened face when she woke up.

The water kept flowing down the mouth of the earthen jar to her face, until there was not a drop left in the two jars of water, and finally, I simply carried this woman who had caused me a lot of guilt to the mountain spring water, and put her face directly into the spring water to soak, only exposing her nostrils to breathe, the cold spring water made her seem to slowly regain some consciousness, her feet began to swing slowly, and her arms were subconsciously raised, I know, she can't wake up now, but she still woke up, opened the only eye she can still open, I looked at me who was already extremely guilty through the bleak moonlight, and slowly, my eyes drooped again.