Guo Ling was dressed in a grand gown, its hem very broad and tightly wrapped around her, and even though she fell twice, her body was still covered.
It wasn't until Guo Ling lifted the gown herself that everyone was shocked, even Li Xue, who had been pretending to cry and act aggrieved, was scared stiff, completely unable to cry anymore.
Scars riddled Guo Ling's lower body, whip marks, scratches, none of them serious injuries individually, but the sheer number of them was still terrifying.
Especially as she pulled the dress up further, the sight became more shocking—she was covered in wounds; there wasn't a single spot of unmarked flesh on her entire body.
Especially around her waist, she was wearing a strange, large dog collar, which seemed to be remotely controllable.
"I really can't take it anymore, if I stay any longer, I'm sure I'll die," Guo Ling cried, trembling all over, she didn't want to expose herself like this, but she couldn't bear it any longer.
