"I'm begging you…" Gao Yi's snot and tears dropped together; he was in a mess. He was broken.
Xia Ruoxin held his hand tightly.
"Gao Yi, you must resist… you must…"
"Don't touch me!" Gao Yi's voice was filled with immense hatred. "Xia Ruoxin, you dirty woman. You're just a prostitute; how dare you touch me? What right do you have? Get out. Get out!"
The man's voice was filled with anger and hatred, and he spouted out nonsense that he himself did not even know.
Xia Ruoxin felt a pang in her heart and an indescribable discomfort.
She let go of his hand. She knew he did not mean it—she knew it was unintentional, but she was still hurt. The wounds that had already been covered up years back was peeled right open in an instant to reveal her flesh. With her discomfort and her past, it was as if someone had ripped her clothes out; and she was standing there naked, getting mocked and ridiculed by other people.
