She trembled in pain, her petite body trying to curl into a ball, but her hands and feet were shackled, making it impossible to move.
Boundless fear, the kind that any woman would feel facing disfigurement, like falling into an abyss, dark and bottomless.
Zhuang Heng admired her wretched face, grinning viciously. He retrieved a mirror from the vanity in the bedroom and held it before her: "Look, this is you now, as ugly as a pile of garbage. If Shifeng sees you like this, he probably won't like you anymore, right? What qualifications do you have to be Shifeng's wife? Hahaha..."
Su Xingyu's face turned pale, looking at herself in the mirror.
