Within the cells of the Angel Clan dungeon, a petite woman sat in a corner with her knees drawn to her chest. Despite the pungent smell and disgusting floor, she seemed to still be without blemish. It was as though there was a halo of energy around her keeping her without blemish.
However, that energy couldn't stop the tears that were still streaming down her delicate cheeks. All she could think about was the cold glance and heartless words her supposed husband had thrown at her before tossing her away like trash.
"Am I supposed to pity you?" A cold voice suddenly tore through the quiet atmosphere causing Luna's trembling shoulder to freeze. But, she didn't dare to look up. How could she have the courage to meet the owner of this voice right now?
