The wind howled fiercely, accompanied by flashes of lightning and peals of thunder.
"Wahahahaha..."
Duanmu Huai stood up, laughing contentedly. Behind him, the young girl lay curled upon the bed, weeping incessantly and wiping her tears.
Indeed, this could be the very scene from a drama where a wealthy family's scion forcibly takes a civilian girl. It's enough to bring tears to the eyes of the onlookers, causing anger among the spectators at such despicable acts of oppression against an innocent young woman.
In essence, it's not far from the truth. Unfortunately, no virtuous hero could emerge to defeat this villain and rescue the beauty from her deep waters of despair.
"Alright, what's the use in crying?"
Duanmu Huai put on his clothes, turned around, and cast a disdainful glance at the girl.
