Liu Ruoju fiercely shook off Mo Yixuan's wife's hand that was clutching her hair, and a tuft of her hair was pulled out just like that. Her scalp hurt as if it had been scraped with a knife, and blood slowly seeped out along her hair.
She slapped her face hard and said, "I'm cheap, I am indeed despicable. How cheap must I be to have been with you?"
Having said this, she turned to run outside, but Mo Yixuan's wife still wouldn't let her go and continued to pull at her.
Liu Ruoju started crying, tears streaming down her face, "What more do you want from me? I admit I'm despicable, I am the other woman, I am shameless. Isn't that enough?"
Mo Yixuan's wife was actually startled by Liu Ruoju's actions just now. The seemingly gentle and weak girl had steeled herself to let go of such a large clump of hair. But who knew of the grievances she had suffered over the past year? She had been alone in an empty bed, even watching her husband bring the other woman home for the New Year.
