The two old women helped her onto a chair, letting her lean back for a moment.
Seeing Gu Qingmei in such a miserable state, Gu Qingli could only sigh for her. The man she had schemed and plotted to obtain, the marriage she had painstakingly arranged—and this was how her days had turned out.
It could only be said that she had brought this upon herself.
However, Gu Qingli still felt a sliver of admiration for Gu Qingmei. To be infatuated to such an extent, perhaps only the Original Host and she were capable of such unwavering devotion.
Living in the same village, Gu Qingli knew Gu Qingmei's life was difficult even without deliberately prying, but she had never imagined it would be this terrible.
It could only be said that Chen Erlang was utter scum.
His own wife had been reduced to such a ghastly state, yet he didn't even consider treating her a little better.
