Although yang Mengshan had been transferred to another cell, she still lived in misery every day because she had offended the eldest sister. Her days were miserable.
For the past few days, there had been a crowd beating her up. She didn't know if they were jealous of her or if they didn't like her, but when they hit her, they all liked to greet her face.
yang mengshan's face was already covered in scratches and nail marks of various sizes. there were new ones every day.
Those scars were all over the place.
Even if they were all healed, it would leave behind very serious scars. Yang Mengshan's beautiful and exquisite face, with cherry-like lips and snow-white skin, which was like a perfect painting, no longer existed.
After being bullied so badly, yang Mengshan started to think of Fu Jiasheng's kindness. Fu Jiasheng had always treated her well, unconditionally well.
