Wen Wei had never imagined this day would actually come. Completely abandoning her dignity, she could only resort to wailing, trying to stir Song Qingya's pity.
She dropped heavily to her knees and slammed her forehead against the ground.
Blood trickled down her cheeks, but she didn't stop.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I know I was wrong! Sister Qingya, please forgive me! I'll confess everything tomorrow, just don't let him touch me."
"Sun Yaoguang, don't come over! Go away! Don't come near me! AHHHH—"
The last sentence was practically a shriek.
Only by experiencing it firsthand could one know how unbearable the suffering was.
Wen Wei had once imagined, countless times, putting Song Qingya into all sorts of predicaments.
Yet she had never, ever imagined that one day, she herself would be reduced to such a wretched state.
Those who always seek to bully others will eventually reap what they sow.
At this moment, despair washed over Wen Wei.
