Depois de escapar do parque de fraudes, o amigo de infância implorou por perdão

The day Su Nuo escaped and returned, she instantly dominated every trending topic. Nearly all headlines bore her name, accompanied by photos of her gaunt frame and terrified eyes.

“A Nightmare Journey! Heiress Tormented Beyond Recognition”
“Was Su Nuo Truly Abducted or Is She Playing the Victim?”
“Adopted Daughter of the Duan Family Found on the Streets Three Months After Disappearance”

She fled from the compound, jumping through windows, crawling through mud pits, dodging electrified fences, dragging a fractured leg as she evaded pursuers and their hounds, nearly drowning in a river before she barely managed to crawl ashore.

When she appeared before the crowd, she was covered in blood and filth, her clothes in tatters, looking worse than a stray dog. Flashbulbs exploded all around her, the press closing in with their cameras trained on her face.

“Miss Su, what inhuman treatment did you suffer these past three months? How did you end up like this?”
“Online rumors say you ran away from home out of spite and brought this on yourself—what do you have to say?”
“Were you forced into any trades?”

Su Nuo’s gaze was vacant, shrinking back, clutching her head as she tried to escape, her muffled whimpers barely audible.

The reporters relentlessly blocked her way, unwilling to let her go.

“Miss Su, is this a show you orchestrated to win Mr. Duan’s attention?”
“How many buyers did you go through? How did they treat you?”

Each sharp question was like a blade, stabbing at her from all sides.

Ever since news broke of