More and more falling rocks were getting bigger, and some people even held long poles to wave at her. Mai Mai covered her head with both hands and staggered forward step by step. She was really good

She was tired, almost out of strength, and her body ached. She didn't understand. She had never done anything to harm them, so why should she treat them like a heinous sinner?

She walked hard all the way, with the anger behind her following her all the way. She didn't give up until she left the market and gave them a fresh environment.

The street was peaceful again.

Mai Mai was in unbearable pain all over her body. She trembled and walked into the corner, throwing her weak body into the corner. The pus on her body was mixed with blood and stuck to her inner clothes. The stench was unbearable. Her hands were beaten because of protecting her head.

There were bruises, ruptured sores, and the same bloody mess.

I held it back, held it back, and the tears still fell. The salty tears irritated the sores on my face and made them more painful. But they still couldn't stop falling.

"Why are you hitting me? I didn't do anything. It hurts so much..." Mai Mai leaned against the wall and sobbed softly, for fear of being heard by people passing by outside. "Hey, I was bullied... They used

Hit me with rocks... ugh... because... because I turned into a disgusting monster!"

She must look terrible now. Who would like a woman whose whole body is covered with malignant sores and oozing pus? Will she be frightened when she sees it? If she stays like this for the rest of her life, she will never be cured again.

Woolen cloth?
Chapter completed!