Mo Yunsheng heard the sound of tearing fabric and immediately felt a chill on her back. She knew that her clothes had been ripped open by Zhou Chao, that shameless scoundrel.
She struggled fiercely, but as a woman, she was no match for Zhou Chao, a man. Apart from causing him some minor inconvenience, her resistance was largely ineffective.
At that moment, she felt overwhelmingly helpless. She had endured so much over the years, was she now going to be ruined at the hands of a man?
Mo Yunsheng had always considered herself strong. Since the age of sixteen, when she took on the responsibility of caring for one-year-old Lin Rou, until now at thirty-two, she silently bore all the burdens of her family, playing the role of both woman and man.
They say beauty is a curse, and while Mo Yunsheng's beauty never harmed anyone, it attracted too many suitors.
No matter how outstanding they were, she always refused them. She remained chaste to this day, never having accepted help from men.
