In the basement, Gan Xintong was bound hand and foot, with something shoved in her mouth. Her clothes had been stripped away, and Jiang Siyou was whipping her mercilessly.
Jiang Siyou's eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles beneath them, her features twisted with seething hatred as the whip in her hands landed ruthlessly on Gan Xintong's body.
Drenched by cold water to consciousness, Gan Xintong screamed in agonizing pain. However, her cries were muffled as her mouth was gagged, rendering her speechless.
Jiang Siyou, completely worn out from the whipping, threw the whip aside and squatted down in front of Gan Xintong. Grasping Gan Xintong's hair, she sneered triumphantly and maliciously, "Ye Xingbei, how does it feel? You didn't expect this, did you? Even you can fall into such a state!"
Gan Xintong's eyes bulged out in shock, and she shook her head desperately.
No, no, no.
She was not Ye Xingbei.
She was Gan Xintong.
She was not Ye Xingbei!
