The only belief that kept her going was waiting for Mo Nanjue to come back and marry her. But if he really found a woman he loved and didn't want her anymore, what would she do?
She couldn't find her family, and had lost her support. Could she still continue down this road?
Su Qingtian leaned against the door frame, slowly sliding down. She hugged her knees, not even daring to cry out loud, for fear of being heard and getting beaten again.
When would these days finally end?
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When Meng Yao opened her eyes, it was still pitch black.
Her throat was parched, she opened her mouth but could only make indistinct sounds, "Ah..."
It seemed someone was sleeping beside her, and after a few attempts, they turned over and sat up, "You're awake?"
Then the light was switched on.
The overhead light was glaringly bright, making her eyes uncomfortable. Meng Yao squinted her eyes and finally realized she was in a brick house.
