She never thought that just because she had relations with Li Hanxian, she could marry him.
She knew her worth all too well.
Barely managing to stay alive was already difficult enough, let alone anything else; she didn't dare to think about it.
When Rong Shengsheng came out, she was wearing a bathrobe, since the original camisole dress had been torn to shreds and she couldn't possibly meet anyone dressed like that.
After some thought, she went to the janitor's closet, found a cleaner's uniform to change into, and then applied makeup to create an ugly appearance.
Her face was blotchy and her skin sallow.
She had turned back into the ugly Rong Shengsheng.
The temperature in the early morning was very low, the air damp and the cold wind biting.
The sea hadn't yet woken up; the surface was calm and quiet, shrouded in mist, giving it an unreal appearance.
It was as if the storms of last night were just a dream.
Rong Shengsheng, who hadn't slept all night, felt dizzy and weak.
