For the sake of loving him, she had plucked out the thorns one by one from her body until she was left with bruises and injuries.
She was hoping to regain her pride, self-esteem, and dignity from him someday, but her hopes had all been dashed at this instant!
"I'm a fool! I'm such a stupid fool!"
At the mention of her sore spot, Song Enya clutched and clawed at the bedsheets, with snot and tears flowing out of her facial orifices, making her look like a hysterical mess.
Jiang Qimeng wrapped the lass in her arms, feeling heartache for her.
