Since the first day, when Yin Xuetong entered the prisoner camp, people around her kept telling her that there was no hope to leave here in this life, because the most basic requirement of those rich families to buy servant was being healthy, and she...

Yin Xuetong’ left hand touched her soft right arm, which had been broken for more than a half year. All tendons and veins of her right arm were necrotic. Even the best doctors in the Qinghe Town couldn’t cure her. She ...