NOVEL NEXT Chapter 864
Chapter 864: 425 Retribution_1 Chapter 864: 425 Retribution_1 “What’s your name?”
“I…
I can’t remember…”
“Ha, she can’t even remember her own name?
Only bastards don’t have names, she must be the result of her mom and dad messing around.
How pitiful that her own parents don’t even want her.”
“We all have mothers and fathers, and you don’t, so you don’t belong here.”
The little girl huddled in the corner, numbly staring at a crowd of taunting faces of children.
She had forgotten her name and past, her parents and relatives, she didn’t even know if she had parents.
In fitful sleep each night, she dreamt of a woman’s gentle embrace and the scent of mint, voices calling her, little sister…
Daylight brought endless humiliations and insults.
In the orphanage, every orphan was eager to be adopted, longed for a family and affection.
A particularly beautiful and well-behaved young girl would undoubtedly stand out among the competition.
In this microcosm of society, they were like beasts, enclosed in a ring, forced to mature, to become cold, and fight, regardless of age, it was about human nature.
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If beauty was a sin, then she was unforgivably guilty.
“Eh?
What’s that?”
A long, shocking line of blood appeared on the girl’s slender, white neck.
“Wow, such a beautiful jade lock.” The girls couldn’t help but exclaim, having never seen such a delicate and beautiful jade lock.
The little girl was momentarily stunned, “Give it back, it’s mine.”
“Hehe, it’s in my hands now, so it’s mine.”
The always quiet and silent girl suddenly rushed forward, recklessly fighting to regain the jade lock, beaten up by a group of bigger girls.
Her poor swollen face was beaten purple, but she kept getting back up each time she was knocked down.
Her weak body seemingly possessed an inexhaustible strength, her dark eyes shone with fearless light, making her small stature appear towering.
“She…
She’s just crazy.
Who would want this jade lock anyway, let her have it.”
The jade lock fell at her feet, a corner broken off.
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She bent down to pick it up, hung the jade lock back on her neck, and buried the missing chunk under the big pagoda tree in the yard.
The young girl didn’t yet understand the value and significance of the jade lock itself.
She just instinctively felt that the jade lock was very important to her, extremely important.
That night, she began to run a fever.
The teachers in the orphanage didn’t take it seriously and gave her adult medication.
There were adopters coming to the orphanage again, rumored to be influential, the director prepared two days in advance, making each child look nice and dressed in new clothes.
But she, a critically ill child, was thought to bring bad luck by the director, who was afraid of annoying the powerful visitor.
So, she was locked up in a dark room.
She listened to the excited laughter outside the door, the children fantasizing about their happy life after being adopted, envisioning their future.
And she hid in the dark, waiting for death.
Sorrow and joy, unconnected.
As she gradually separated from the world, she saw light.
What is light?
It’s a precious drop of water in the life that’s about to wither away.
It’s the hand that stretched out in the depths of despair.
He, in his youth, was cold, silent, emotionless like a machine, a sword about to be unsheathed, all the sharpness hidden in his eyes, as dark as the abyss.
Everyone was afraid of him, except for her.
Perhaps she was brave by nature, or maybe just a bit slow.
She always thought that she was different to him.
But one should never overestimate oneself.
Where there’s no expectation, there’s no disappointment.
Was she disappointed?
Perhaps.
But that’s in the past.
Everyone has to pay for their choices.
From the moment she chose to leave the orphanage and was taken away by him, she should have expected the worst outcome.
Maybe she was initially unwilling and resentful.
But as time went by, those feelings thinned out, her impurities dissipated under the daily influence of Buddha’s teachings.
So what are you seeking?
In this world, what is there to yearn for?
What she wanted was nothing more than justice.
That was her last strand of attachment to this world.
A sigh gently fell into the wind, carried away by the evening breeze, returning to the universe.