Chapter 165 A Breeding Hatred

The moonlight seemed to be particularly bright that night. It was so bright that it stung Yilia's eyes. She didn't any clothes. She was like a rag doll lying on the hospital bed with traces of being trampled everywhere.

She looked out of the window at the bright moonlight. She was pale. The harsh sound of running water came from the bathroom in the ward, but she did not want to recall the cruel facts that had just happened to her.

Did it hurt? Yilia asked herself in her heart. In...