Zhao Yingying collapsed to the ground. Suddenly, a handkerchief was handed over. Someone was gently wiping the tears from her face and seemed to sigh softly, "Sigh, little girls just love to cry. Look at me, I didn't even cry when I was almost beaten to death for the first time. The young prince from Prince Ding's residence sighed and pulled Zhao Yingying to find an empty place to sit down.
Concubine Yuan frowned. Where had she seen this Young Master before?
Zhao Yingying did not care about what Young Prince Ding said about being beaten to death. She just held his hand and did not let go. Just like in her previous life, she wanted someone to pull her out of the sea of fire. She wanted someone to help her escape and escape from that abyss.
