Chapter 1,217: Maybe It’s the Last One

When He Xiyan came out of Aunt Yang's house, she did not refuse to let Aunt Yang take her to the car.

It is early morning now, the sun has just risen from the east, the morning breeze is blowing slightly, and the crystal clear dewdrops on both sides of the road slide down the leaves of the grass, one drop after another, like tears.

He Xiyan didn't walk very fast. Along the way, she didn't talk to Aunt Yang. Instead, she looked at this beautiful small village, the green farmland, the dense mountain peaks, the wide roads, and the buildings. A small bungalow.

So nice, this place is so nice.

He Xiyan sighed in her heart.

At this time, she remembered the time when she just came here.

It was an evening, yes, when it was dark. She was taken to a mud house at the entrance of the village by several traffickers. There were 12 other girls abducted with her at that time. She was number 13.

She still remembered that when she was selected by Jiahang, Brother Hui reminded Jiahang, who could not speak at the time and had the IQ of a child, that she was not in good health and asked him to think carefully. But he was still carried away by Jiahang.

He used a cart to pull her to the dilapidated mud house. The house was dark with only weak lights. At that time, Jiahang was afraid that he would run away, so as soon as she entered the house, he cuffed his left foot with an iron chain, and the other end of the iron chain was locked on the beam. She thought he was bullying her, but he didn't. Ever since she entered the house, he had been very kind to her and always kept all the delicious food for himself. Nor was she allowed to do hard farm work.

He respects himself very much and seems to be afraid that he will be angry or run away, so he listens to himself. He didn't force himself to do anything he didn't want to do. He was so stupid at the time that he kept all the more than 8,000 yuan he had left for himself.

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He Xiyan was immersed in memories and never realized that she had reached the intersection. At this time, several villagers came to the intersection. They were going to work on the farm in the next village.

"Is that Jiahang's former wife?" A villager had already recognized He Xiyan.

"It seems so." Another villager replied.

"Ah, why is she here now? What a pity. Jiahang already has a new wife."

"Didn't she want to leave on her own? Sigh... I don't know what she was thinking. She doesn't want a handsome and outstanding young man like Jiahang, so she wants to go to Night City."

"Okay! I can't bear to bear the child I had with my ex-husband."

Several villagers talked a lot, but they all felt sorry for her. They were actually grateful for this girl, because it was the arrival of this girl that changed the fate of the people in their village and gave them the opportunity to live a good life now. Life.

"Yan Yan..." When they were about to reach the intersection, Aunt Yang patted He Xiyan's arm.

He Xiyan looked back at Aunt Yang.

"Yan Yan, remember what aunt said. And if you have time in the future, you can come to this village to visit. You can stay at aunt's house." Aunt Yang said with a smile. She could actually guess that this girl might never come again. This should also be the last time she sees this girl.

He Xiyan nodded and forced a smile on her lips.

"I will, aunt, take care of yourself. I hope you and your uncle will be healthy in the future."

Soon, the car came.

He Xiyan got on the car leaving Mangshan Village. When she got on the car, she couldn't help but look back at the small village. She knew that this should be the last time she saw this village.