Su Ying was thrown into a cell without a trial.
The dimly-lit room reeked of a nauseating rot.
Before she even entered, Su Ying couldn't help the tumultuous wave in her stomach and nearly vomited.
"Can I be moved somewhere else?" Su Ying covered her mouth and nose, her delicate eyebrows nearly knitting together on her forehead.
"Move? Do you think this is a hotel?" sneered the guard escorting Su Ying.
This place didn't care what you liked or disliked; besides, orders from above were clear: no matter what sounds came from the cells that night, they were to be ignored.
Clearly, this white-collar-dressed, quite attractive woman must have offended someone significant.
You think it's repulsive now? There's worse coming your way.
Looking at Su Ying's excessively pretty face, a flicker of pity crossed the guard's mind—but it was just a flicker.
Who asked you to provoke someone you shouldn't have?
Sometimes, being beautiful isn't a good thing for a woman, especially in jail.
