The bright sunlight streamed through the shabby window, casting light on the wooden bed inside the room. The person lying on the bed had eyelashes that gently quivered. With a soft murmur, An Ning opened her long and dense eyelashes.
The glaring sunlight made her instinctively reach out to shield her eyes. Once she fully adapted, An Ning put down her sore and powerless arm.
However, the scene before her left her astonished.
Where is this?
An Ning slightly parted her lips, wanting to scream, but the pain in her throat stopped her voice.
"I don't care, the money Silver and I usually earn is all given to the family. We don't have a penny left. Now that the child's life is at stake, father and mother must give us money to treat my daughter..."
The piercing scream of a woman outside the door gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity. An Ning again struggled to lift her hand, patting her head, which was in chaos.
