Chapter 960 Who Harmed Her?

She quickly put her hands in the quilt, using the little bit of temperature to make herself not so cold and not so painful.

She sniffed gently, and suddenly, the tip of her nose was sour, and tears oozed out. She buried her face in the tattered quilt, crying alone in such a deserted night, and she almost couldn't cry. She didn't know if she would freeze to death or starve to death?

But at least, she was still alive, so she had to live, she had to live, she had to live, she had to leave here alive, she had to go home, she wanted to go home, she wanted to go home alive.

All the water around her was flooding her, and the pressure in the water almost squeezed out the only air in her lungs. She couldn't breathe, her neck was like being pinched by someone's hand, and even the last bit of air in her lungs was squeezed out.

She opened her mouth wide, wanting air, wanting to breathe, but the water with mud and sand poured into her mouth, almost filling her whole stomach.

The cold water, the water with mud, her struggles from time to time, all the air squeezed out, and the terrible painful suffocation.

She thought she was going to die, she thought she was going to leave this world, no, she shook her head, she didn't want to die yet, she couldn't die, she wanted to live.

"Ah!!"

Suddenly, she screamed, and she sat up, and then her bloodless face was full of fear and terror, as if time was frozen at that moment, the moment of her nightmare of neither life nor death.

The cold wind coming in from the window made her shiver, and her clothes were almost soaked with sweat, and a drop of sweat dripped from her forehead, then flowed down her chin, and finally fell into the torn quilt.

She opened her mouth from time to time to breathe, air, yes, air.

She raised her face and took a big breath of the air at this time, but her face was almost bloodless.

The wind was still blowing, making her shiver with cold, almost taking away her body temperature. She quickly wrapped herself in a quilt, but her clothes were damp, and so was the quilt.

I hope there will be a good sun today, she muttered to herself as she looked at the dark sky outside. She didn't know what time it was now. It must be dawn. Winter is long nights and short days. It might be around eight o'clock when it dawns.

She lay down again and curled herself up into a ball, trying to keep some temperature by doing this.

It was cold inside the quilt, and she was also cold.

It turned out to be a dream.

Yes, it was a dream, a terrible nightmare.

No, she laughed bitterly, and she didn't dare to cry anymore. She was afraid that if she cried again, this tattered quilt would be soaked by her tears, and she really had no money, and no ability to get herself a clean quilt. Even if it was such a tattered quilt, it was impossible to have a second one.

She shrunk her whole body and head into this small tattered quilt. She could still feel the pain of suffocation at that time, and the discomfort of having muddy water poured into her stomach.

And her mouth still seemed to taste muddy now, that water, the water of Haijiang. .

Yes, that was not a dream, it really happened, she was that person, she did not lose her memory, she remembered everything, she remembered her name, everything, and what happened.

She was Yan Huan, the international film queen Yan Huan.

But who could believe that she was an international film queen, worth more than hundreds of millions, but what kind of life was she living now? She was naked and didn't even have a decent quilt. Even the clothes she was wearing were given to her by kind people. All the things in this house were picked up by her and were also things that others didn't want to throw away.

She put her face on the cold and hard bed board, and her memory returned to that day again, the day she was thrown down

Su Qingdong, you may never have dreamed that Yan Huan's life would be so long. Even if you threw me into the Haijiang River, what would happen? I'm still alive. No matter how difficult it is, I have to live. I want to go back to Haishi, and I want your Su family to pay for their blood debt with blood.

She bit her red lips hard, and even bit a bloody mark. She hated, she hated the Su family, and hated everything about the Su family. So, she wanted to live, she wanted to go home, she wanted the Su family to disappear in Haishi, she wanted Su Qingdong to have no daughter to see him off in his life, and she also wanted him to have a good end in his life.

In this world, justice is always cyclical, and retribution is inevitable. It's not that there is no retribution, but it's not the right time.

If those who did bad things can still get away with it, then she will do it herself.

She will take her revenge herself. She will never forget who is to blame for her current situation and who harmed her.

The sky outside gradually brightened, but the wind was still very cold. The weather here is much colder than that in Haishi. She put her hand to her mouth and blew a breath of hot air, but in an instant, it was cold again.

Not knowing if it was snowing outside, she took off the torn quilt on her body. It was the kind of bone-piercing cold again. It was cold no matter what, even with the quilt, it was still cold. She especially missed the heating and air conditioning in Haishi. Her warm bed and thin down quilt, as well as Lu Yi's body temperature, never made her feel cold for a day. Thinking of these, her nose was sore again.

She sniffed and squeezed back the tears that were about to be forced out of her eyes. Perhaps even the tears now would be frozen into frozen slag by the cold air, and then hit her body again. At that time, it would not be her eyes that would hurt, but her heart.

And that kind of pain, compared with the pain on her body, was even more unbearable and unbearable for her.

She blew a breath of hot air into her palm again, and then opened the door. As soon as the door was opened, the wind outside and the snowflakes began to pour into her neck. Her lips turned blue and her face was frozen without any color.

Sure enough, it was snowing.

She hesitated for a moment, her frozen fingers trembled again, then she bit her cold lips, and finally wrapped her clothes tightly, then she dragged her injured leg and limped forward.

The wind and snow outside blew on her from time to time, and also fell around her, but she seemed to be ignorant and insensitive, squinting her eyes slightly, and moving forward step by step with difficulty.