It had rained heavily the entire night. Shui Anluo was awoken by a call from Qiao Yaruan.
"Luoluo, quick, check the news," urged Qiao Yaruan.
Shui Anluo put the phone down and opened a web browser.
Present-Age University Student Had Worked As A Prostitute During Marriage.
Miss Shui's Secret Past.
…
Shui Anluo stared at the headline and those horrible pictures. She was lying on the bed without a stitch of clothing in some, and one was of her making out with someone in the washroom of a bar. There were even more unbearable pictures too.
Shui Anluo's entire being trembled in anger. That was not her at all, it definitely was not!
Her phone rang again. This time, it was An Fengyang. He had just seen the news.
"Luoluo, what's going on?"
"That's not me, that really isn't me," said Shui Anluo in a trembling voice. After all, this was the first time she had encountered this sort of thing.
