Chapter Three.

After being busy for a long time, Bailu looked at the transformed Mu Mu and nodded in satisfaction.

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In the face of the sunlight, Mumu couldn't see his face clearly, only seeing the slanting sun casting a faint afterglow on him, with his black hair flowing like shiny black jade.

Four years ago, she, who was not yet seventeen years old, was sent to a juvenile detention center. In the fortress-like prison, she spent her youthful years for four years.

After a brutal "education", she was really scared. When someone in uniform appeared in front of her, she didn't even dare to breathe too hard.

Despite her efforts to conceal her inner fear, Wang Yao could still see her panic from her increasingly pale face and purple lips. "Mumu, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

Mumu suddenly became curious about the so-called Chief Zhuo, what kind of man can make such a beautiful woman admire and hesitate...

She has no regrets, just regrets that her mother did not live to see the day she came out.

Those unforgettable days have become the past, and the wounds on the body are gradually healing. However, some memories are like blemishes in life, difficult to erase.

Once, she didn't even know what mistake she had made, and they pressed her down on the bed and fiercely pinched her thighs.

The halter maxi dress in coupling color hangs all the way down to the ankles, with only the silky smooth fragrant shoulders exposed from top to bottom, and still half-covered by the smooth black satin-like long hair, pure and lovely. In order to highlight the purity, Bai Lu only applied a little jelly-colored lip gloss to Mu Mu, sweet and tempting.

That extraordinary handsome face made Mumo feel as if the world was collapsing in an instant. She stood there in confusion, unable to take another step.

He is different.

A patch of flowing clouds covered the sunlight.

The heavily guarded high walls completely isolate the Nth division from the colorful world, with each soldier in dark green military uniforms exuding a suffocating chill.

Approaching evening, Mu Mu followed Wang Yao to the military camp to meet the director who was busy arranging the performance scene on site.

When she first entered the prison, the girls inside bullied her, subjected her to unbearable insults and beatings, yet she couldn't even cry out in pain.

White Dew, who has always been carefree, was also intimidated by her military uniform. She reached out and carefully tugged at her sleeve. "Yaoyao, your outfit is really cool. If I could wear it for a performance, I would definitely impress a group of men..."

Ah! Director Li! The unexpected call made Wang Yao suddenly come to her senses. She quickened her pace and walked towards the person calling her.

She loosened her tightly clenched teeth and stared blankly at the cold-faced policewoman.

A tearing pain in the scapula, she seemed to hear the sound of bones shattering.

That was an extremely beautiful scene, so beautiful that it made her forget the shadow left by the uniform, completely immersed in this exquisite masterpiece.

Mumu hurriedly caught up.

A stern yet elegant face appeared in Mu Mu's line of sight.

A figure dressed in dark green stands proudly in front of the open stage, under the blue sky and flowing clouds.

Wang Yaoyao unceremoniously swatted her hand away. "Don't touch my military uniform."

She is panicking because of the high walls, iron gates, and people in uniforms. They are her most terrifying nightmares.

The upright posture is masculine with a hint of elegance.

If it weren't for speaking up, Mu Mu would hardly have noticed the straight figure standing next to another slightly thin middle-aged man.

Speaking of this topic, a hint of feminine softness appeared on Wang Yao's calm and composed face. "Don't talk nonsense, between him and me... it's impossible."

Furthermore, the two shining stars on the epaulettes are constantly radiating.

She turned her face, looked out the window, with a little regret, a little longing, and a little awe. "He couldn't possibly like me."

Firm facial contours, deep and sharp gaze, exquisite lip shape with a subtle curve, seemingly smiling yet not.

Are you nervous? It's okay, you play the piano very well, Director Li will definitely be satisfied.

Mumu put on her clothes and came out, only to see Wang Yao, who was dressed in military uniform, walking in. She unconsciously took a step back and took a deep breath.

Mumu curiously followed her gaze.