Jiangh Churan was just eighteen, at the age of blossoming beauty. She had already begun fantasizing about her White Horse Prince, who ought to be gallant and extraordinary, an unparalleled strongman,
Even though Wang Xiaoqiang possessed these two traits, he was far from fulfilling the image in Jiangh Churan's heart. In her eyes, Wang Xiaoqiang was at best a dark horse, a dark horse that made her uncomfortable.
However, now, this dark horse was pressing upon her, constantly ramming her, transforming her from a maiden into a woman amidst the painful tears,
She had envisioned her first time to be on her wedding night, surrendering her chastity to her beloved, yet it ended in such a tragic manner.
Her heart was filled with anger, regret, and profound sadness...
Tears gently slid down her cheeks, tears of pain and humiliation.
