"Mom and Dad, please, I beg you."
Li Wanying was performing a soliloquy, holding Shangguan Rou and crying out loud. Her cries and pleas for mercy were exceptionally piercing in the entire military compound. But no matter how much she cried or called, not a single person approached them. Not even the few women who were usually friendly with her showed any intention of coming over to help.
They only glanced from afar before quickly leaving, as if she were some sort of virus.
"Wanying, stop crying and go home," a voice rang in Li Wanying's ears. It belonged to Mrs. Zhang, the wife of an adjutant, who usually ingratiated herself with Li Wanying and was now kindly reminding her.
