All this time, he had been passively watching. Watching other men humiliate her. Even if she were to be dragged away and be gang-raped, he had no reaction at all.
She knew that he wouldn't save her.
Well, there was no reason for him to save her anymore.
Her lashes fluttered as she gave him a kowtow. Her forehead was on the cold carpets, her eyes red and teary. The truth hit her so hard, her Brother Ying was really dead.
Save me.
If his intention was for her to beg him for help, if he wanted revenge on her, his wishes had been granted.
She was so pathetic.
She didn't have a noble family background and was ill-fated. Ever since she joined Ah Jiao's Room, she had the label of a 'prostitute' attached to her for life.
Prostitute, everyone could step on her.
When she said 'save me', her voice was slightly husky. Xuan Ying drew the cigar to his lips, but it was only then that he realized he was already done smoking it.
