"Lu Yebai, do you hate me that much?" Meng Xi'er lifted her head, and finally, she couldn't help but scream. "Do you hate me this much? Can't you bear to see me well? Where did I wrong you that you treat me like this?" She began to weep. "Why would you do such a thing to me? I really can't take it anymore. If you hate me that much, why don't you just kill me!!"
Without a penny to her name, she couldn't even afford to return home.
She was imprisoned by this man, subject to his whims. She felt like a toy of his, despite her consent or lack thereof, he could find any excuse to toy with her.
Her body ached terribly. Every part of her that he had touched throbbed with pain. She had wronged Lu Qingchuan. She really deserved to die; she couldn't even protect herself—
Lu Yebai came over and grabbed her chin. Looking into her bloodshot eyes, he asked, "Is your grief because I touched you, or is it because you feel guilty for Lu Qingchuan?"
