"You are Mrs. Shen?" she repeated with cruel amusement, wiping tears of laughter from her heavily painted lashes.
Her eyes gleamed with cold mockery as she leaned closer, her foul perfume choking Yueyao. "If you are Mrs. Shen, then I must be the empress herself. What do you think?" she sneered, her cracked lips curling with disgust.
She grabbed Yueyao's chin roughly, digging her sharp nails into her bruised jaw. "Listen, you little bitch. No one cares who you were out there. In here, you are just another whore with a price tag. Now get changed before I have them strip you naked and throw you to the dogs outside for free."
Yueyao's knees buckled, her entire body trembling violently as hot tears poured down her face.
There was no hope left.
Not even his name could save her now.
And in that suffocating neon room, surrounded by strangers who only saw her as a commodity, Lin Yueyao realised with a sickening clarity:
She no longer belonged to herself.
