Hong Ling felt as if struck by lightning.
Yet now, this man was calling another woman's name at this moment.
Hong Ling, being incredibly proud, could not endure such humiliation.
Her hands tightly held onto the man's back, hoping the sharp pain from her nails would bring him back to his senses.
She gritted her teeth and said, "Husband, I am Hong Ling. Look clearly, I am Hong Ling!"
She had been shy and had not spoken out before, even enduring the pain in silence.
Now suddenly speaking out, her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, filled with resentment and anger. This mismatched voice and the pain behind truly brought clarity to the befuddled mind of Qing Mansion's Prince.
He lowered his eyes and saw Hong Ling's bloodshot eyes, realizing she was not the person in his imagination.
His heart, which was initially full of love, suddenly sank heavily.
He got off Hong Ling's body and hurriedly tried to adjust his clothes.
