"Your grandfather already came back and meekly apologized. What about you?" Zhao Jian asked, his hands propped on his knees as he questioned the kneeling Chen Su.
A month ago, when Chen Su and her ex-boyfriend had drained the Zhao Family dry, Zhao Jian had knelt before her in the exact same way. He had hoped she would spare him for the sake of the years they had spent together. He kowtowed, he pleaded on his knees, and under the judgmental stares of countless passersby, he abandoned his dignity and self-respect, begging only for a path to survival.
In the end, what did Chen Su do?
She had mercilessly stomped on his face, trampling and grinding her heel into him. She even made him crawl between her ex-boyfriend's legs. In short, she piled on every humiliation imaginable. If it weren't for his aging parents, whom he couldn't bear to leave, Zhao Jian would have simply walked away and ended it all. The humiliation was too much, the despair too absolute. He saw no hope in living.
