Jing Haohao's complexion grew even paler. Her hands clenched into fists, gripping her skirt so tightly that its edges crinkled. Around the knuckles, a harsh white peeked through under the strain.
Jing Haohao stared at Liang Yuan before her, emotions churning in her eyes.
Memories, like a lightly sketched painting, flashed through her mind.
Once, when she discovered that Shen Liangnian had been adulterous for two years, her colorful world had been upturned into monochrome.
Back then, the only thing she could cling to was her freedom, but it was again suffocated by Liang Chen.
Now, she thought she was pregnant and could start a family, start a new life. But it turned out that her plans were nothing more than a farcical joke.
She felt like one of those pitiable and scheming side characters in TV dramas, having money thrown at her just to let the wealthy family's son go.
After playing such roles for so many years, she had inevitably become a similar laughingstock in reality.
