Chapter 277: Correcting a girl’s unfortunate life (1)

Chapter 277: Correcting a girl’s unfortunate life (1)

Chapter 277 Correcting the girls unfortunate life (1)

"I should come to this world to atone for my sins. I lost my father when I was seven years old. My biological mother thought that I had killed my biological father. From that time on, she either beat or scolded me. I had endless work to do every day, and I couldn't listen. Complete scolding."Rêạd new chapters at novelhall.coma has not liked me since I was a child. She only likes her precious grandson and is very cruel to me."

When I was eight years old, she took me to remarry. I went from taking care of her alone to taking care of two people.

When I was twelve years old, my stepfather looked at me more and more wrongly. She didnt stop me and even called me a little bitch.

When I was fifteen years old, I encountered the darkest period in my life, and I was bullied by that **** ever since. However, my mother pretended not to see it.

I was ostracized by my classmates and looked down upon by my teachers. Everyone thought I was a rat in a stinking ditch and should not be alive.

However, my life is like Xiaoqiangs, surviving tenaciously.

God seems to be unfair. I have been repeating tragedies all my life.

Qian Yan couldn't help but frown when she heard this. It wasn't that she was questioning, but what mistake did the other party make to have to experience such an unlucky life.

The soul speaking in front of him was so weak that he might collapse at any time. Qian Yan reached out and patted the other person's shoulder: "Speak slowly, don't be in a hurry."

"Thank you." The girl's soul became clearer, and she didn't feel like it was about to collapse like before. She looked at Qianyan with a desperate face, "Actually, I don't know how I ended up here. After saying so much, I I dont know what to do.

"Can."

Qian Yan woke up in a room full of pink, and she turned over.

She rummaged through her memory and could not find such a scene.

This memory is lost.

Qian Yan was not persistent and looked around carefully: "The aesthetics of this room are not good."

However, it seems different from the drafty balcony where I lived in my memory.

Qian Yan fell silent again: "The difference is huge. What memories did the original owner lose?"

She walked to the mirror and was sure that this was the original owner when he was fifteen years old.

Going out of the room, she looked around the house and said, "That house is correct." She also looked in every room and found that the scenery outside the window was correct.

But the layout of this house is completely inconsistent with the memory of the original owner.

If the original owner hadn't looked like his soul was about to collapse, she would have thought that the other person was just joking.