Princess Medical Doctor - Chapter 17: Admit and no difference in attack

“Zhong Nuannuan, your charges have been withdrawn. The courts have declared you innocent and pronounced you not guilty for murder. You can leave prison now. Your family is waiting for you in the waiting room outside.” Zhong Nuannuan was startled. She pushed the female prison guard to the side and ran toward the waiting room. She did not even bother to put on her shoes. If not for the icy feeling she felt at every step of the way reminding her that this was not a dream, Zhong Nuannuan would not have believed that she had resurrected.
As she burst through the doors and saw him again, she knew in her heart, that this time she would get it right. This time she would cherish him properly and hopefully, just hopefully, turn her own fate around.

“Darling, I want…”“Here’s the credit card. Buy everything you want.”“Darling, I want to give you a child!”“That’s unnecessary.”“…”Ye Shengge’s inborn birthmark could only be deciphered by Ji Shiting.However, that man was very aloof and reserved, and he wasn’t tempted at all. And one day when she finally gave up and tried to leave, that man literally carried her back.She yelled, ” What do you want?”The man said with his deep voice, “What you’ve been wanting the whole time.Ye Shengge always thought that Ji Shiting was forced to marry her, yet years after, she realized that it was all part of his plan, and there was no way she could run away from him.

Leaning against the attic window, Luo Manman was on the verge of falling.

Her long hair obscured her expressions. With an innately ugly face, even her best efforts could hardly make her figure remotely normal.

Just as she was somewhat inclined to end it all.

[Would you like a better appearance? In exchange for a different life?] A voice named Pandora sounded in her ears.

Luo Manman quirked her lips into a faint smile and gave an unexpected reply: I don’t want it.

[…..]

After Pandora offered her one benefit after another, Luo Manman agreed to this game of life.

Pretending to breathe with difficulty

Starting to peddle composure

The already filthy viscera

Buried under the striking appearance

Was the new life of this skin really a salvation?

Or a cover up of a thrilling sin?

A story about the intersection of skin and destiny unfolded…