He Ma was the first to notice Ruan Qi's unusual behavior.
"Xiao Qi, what's wrong? Xiao Qi?!"
He Ma's anxious voice echoed near and far, and in a daze, Ruan Qi seemed to hear countless children crying, with a blazing fire red in front of her eyes.
"Save us... please save us... we don't want to die..."
"The children in the dumpsite, and this little boy in front of you, which one do you choose to save?"
Ten years ago, Jiang Chunian had a pale face, with lips as red as blood. Wearing white gloves, he placed a goblet filled with fresh blood in front of her.
"Is human blood delicious?"
"You are the perfect porcelain doll. Such vulgar human compassion you should not possess."
"Save the children in the dumpsite, or save this little boy, you can only choose one."
Only choose one... but whom did she choose in the end?
Whom did she actually choose?
