After Ye Fei left, Xiao Shuhong struggled to stand up.
She staggered, making her way to the bathroom with difficulty.
Standing in front of the washbasin, she looked at herself in the mirror.
That once delicate and beautiful face was now too horrific to bear.
"Bastard, how dare you do this to me!"
Xiao Shuhong cursed as she cried.
The reflection in the mirror made her feel suddenly nauseous.
She leaned over the basin and started dry heaving.
After calming down a bit, Xiao Shuhong turned on the faucet and began to frantically wash her face.
It was almost as if she wanted to scrub off a layer of skin before she finally stopped.
Even then, Xiao Shuhong's crying had not ceased.
With red eyes, she looked down at her legs in pain.
The blood on her legs shattered her last illusion.
All of it was real, her chastity of thirty years had been taken by Ye Fei.
Under the shower, Xiao Shuhong washed herself over and over again.
