Ai Ni's eyes were red.
Both hands clenched tightly together.
Before, she had always thought that she was a daughter of the heavens, a breed apart and superior to society's ladies.
Because she was different from them.
Ai Ni felt that she was simply a princess-like existence.
In her eyes, many other girls were worthless, like mud on the ground.
Some were even less than mud.
But the sudden blow left Ai Ni still reeling in shock.
She had been whipped by her grandfather, the one who loved her the most, until she was covered in wounds.
Her uncle and aunt looked at her with hate-filled gazes, as if they wished her dead.
Her aunt had slapped her face over a dozen times.
Actually, from head to toe, she was injured.
Sob sob sob… sob sob sob…
Ai Ni really wanted to weep bitterly.
Ever since she met Song Yunuan, she hadn't had a single good day.
If she wasn't being scolded, she was being beaten, not to mention the threats and intimidation.
