Seeing Zhao Rong's malicious expression reminded her of the helpless defiled women in the village, and her delicate body stiffened slightly.
He Jingyun had never felt as desperate as she did at that moment.
She knew that even if they weren't in the wilderness, but in the village with others around, apart from her father, no one would stand up for her. After all, offending Zhao Rong could endanger the livelihood of the entire village.
In her heart, countless thoughts swirled, finally concluding that it would be better to die than to be caught and suffer afterward.
"Shasha~"
Just then, a rustling sound came from behind her.
"Who?!"
Before Zhao Rong could lay a hand on He Jingyun, he involuntarily turned around upon hearing the noise.
"How coincidental, Mr. Zhao, to see you here again."
Hearing the familiar voice, Zhao Rong stared wide-eyed and agape at the approaching man.
"Don't you recognize me?" Chen Yuan smiled.
