The moment the door to the woodshed was opened, Mu Shuangshuang instinctively wanted to close her eyes.
But she still saw the scene in front of her.
In the corner of the woodshed, crouched a woman so dirty her appearance was unrecognizable.
Her hair was disheveled, her head drooped down, and it looked like someone had whipped her, leaving scars of various sizes all over her body.
The places where her clothes were torn showed bloodstained and scabbed wounds.
The most horrifying part was that the woman held a clump of something pitch-black in her hands and was constantly stuffing it into her mouth.
Mu Shuangshuang took a closer look and recognized it—it was mud. Xiaxia was eating mud?
Mu Shuangshuang rushed over and snatched the mud from Mu Xiaxia's hands.
Mu Xiaxia let out a scream, frantically pushing herself into the corner, still shouting, "No... don't come, don't..."
Mu Shuangshuang crouched down and hoarsely called out Mu Xiaxia's name: "Xiaxia..."
