"Brother Hao, you can't abandon me!"
Hearing that Wang Hao wanted to sever all ties with her, Fang Min felt like her world was falling apart.
She had mercilessly abandoned Mo Qi to curry favor with Wang Hao, becoming what many considered a cruel and faithless person.
Her father, Fang Hua, had lost his life over it, and her own face had been ruined.
If Wang Hao abandoned her now, she would truly have no one and nothing left.
Heedless of her injuries, she crawled to Wang Hao's feet and clung to his leg.
"I'm begging you, don't leave me. I won't ask to be your wife. Just let me stay by your side, even if it's just as a handmaiden."
Wang Hao's heart softened for a moment—she was his woman, after all. But when he looked down and saw the unconcealed side of Fang Min's face, any trace of compassion vanished.
'It's too disgusting, too horrifying. With a face ruined like that, she's too repulsive even to be a handmaiden.'
