Dear Commander-in-Chief

Xiao Ning was deeply shocked by what happened to Zhuo xiaoying.

Even though the staff kept reminding her that this woman was crazy and that she could not be trusted, she still took out a pen and paper and wrote down seriously, "When... did this happen to you?"

The Skinny Zhuo xiaoying looked up at the ceiling and thought for a few seconds. "Probably when I was 1 or 2 years old. I was in the first year of junior high..."

She clearly remembered,

that day was the first day of junior high school. Her grades had always been very good, and she couldn't wait to go home to wrap her new textbook. Then, she would read the contents of the new textbook.

However, when she returned home that day, her mother wasn't around. Her usually kind stepfather locked the door and said that he was helping her wrap her book.

In the end, the book wasn't wrapped properly, but it tore her clothes into pieces..

She was so small that she did not even understand what had happened.

She only remembered that it was very, very painful.

Blood flowed all over the bed sheet.

She was like a puppet that had been dismantled and discarded..

After the incident.

He burned the bed sheet and clothes, then told her that tonight's incident was a gift to her for junior high school, coaxing her not to say anything to the outside world..

This kind of incident continued from the beginning.

From then on, every day after school became the greatest torture.

She began to stay at school and did not want to go home.

Every day, she helped her classmates do duty, and helped her teachers clean the office..

No matter what she did, even if it was the dirtiest and most tiring cleaning of the toilets, or the stinky dry toilets in the countryside, she was willing to do it. She wanted to drag out the time and did not want to go home.

However.

Home was something she had to go back to eventually.

What else could a 1-or 2-year-old child do if she did not go home?

Therefore, even if she had to wait until the end of the Moon before she returned home, her stepfather would still greet her with a smile. "Xiao Ying, Tonight, Daddy will help you with your homework..."

Meanwhile, her mother would always say admiringly, "Your father is the best accountant in the village. You have to ask him for good advice on math."

Then, they would spend an hour or two together in a separate bedroom..

As she grew older, she also thought about resisting.

Then, her stepfather's face was exposed.

He used to coax her when she was young, but when she grew up, he would use brute force.

He would not let her do it?

Then he would beat her up!

He would beat her up until she was afraid!

Therefore, after she was 1 or 4 years old, she would often go to school with bruises all over her face. Her teachers and classmates would even think that she was ignorant, fooling around with social workers, and that she did not learn well in fights..

Under Xiao Ning's gentle attack, Zhuo xiaoying finally opened her heart and told her everything that had happened in the past.

Her initially calm face gradually revealed a trace of trembling and hatred. It was because those ugly details were too painful. Even if she told them, it would still be a painful experience!

Hearing this, Xiao Ning's heart also felt like it was being stabbed by a knife. It was a shocking sight!

She could not bear to let Zhuo xiaoying suffer a second injury. She pursed her lips and was ready to end the topic. "So, after you told mother about this, she did not believe you?"

Zhuo xiaoying laughed bitterly and revealed an even more desperate look. "It's not that she did not believe me, but..."

"But what?"Xiao Ning had a bad feeling.

"She thought that man was treating me well."The muscles on Zhuo xiaoying's cheeks were twitching, and she could not hide her hatred. "She... thought that everything he did was right!"

Not only did her mother not stand up for her to seek justice.

On the contrary, she said that a girl would always get married, and that it was better to take advantage of others than to take advantage of her own man.

When her stepfather saw that his wife supported him, he became even more serious from then on.

That summer when he was 1 to 5 years old, his stepfather contracted an illness that was neither too big nor too small, and he needed to undergo surgery, which cost over 100,000 yuan.