Li Xueyue could feel it—hands that touched her everywhere. It covered every inch of her body, moving like slimy bugs on her skin.
Crawling and wriggling, every part of her was violated. She screamed, and cried out in fear, fighting everything off, but could not move. Sobs choked her body, as she fought against the people holding her down, the people ruining what was left of her heart.
She cried and screamed for Yu Zhen, the only thing on her mind. 'What would he think of her now? How should she view herself now? What's left of her dignity and pride? What's left of her heart and soul?'
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she repeated, again and again, hoping, wishing Yu Zhen would hear her sincerity. She tried. She truly did. She crashed the teacup, it shattered on the ground, but then everything was a blur, and she felt more hands on her.
