In a corner, a woman knelt on the ground, and before her, covered by a piece of white cloth, a pair of feet protruded.
This scene was like something straight out of a typical TV drama, where a young girl is forced to sell herself to bury her father.
It was supposed to be a very sad scene, but Mingshu's "selling herself for her father's funeral," delivered with an anticipation for drama, almost caused the kneeling, tear-wiping person to lose her composure and break character in one second.
The woman lifted her head, her beauty striking and captivating, each frown and smile filled with charm, a face that could bewitch hearts, belonging to someone not content to be confined to the home.
However, at that moment, she was dressed in simple clothes, her face haggard, with a faint sorrow lingering in her eyes, diminishing some of her seductive allure but instead adding a pitiable charm that made one want to embrace her and offer comfort.
