Her lashing slowed down with her train of thoughts. Soon, Chen Rong gasped for breath, slowly retreated several steps and weakly sat down.
She released her whip and dropped her head into her hands, dejectedly thinking that: Sun Yan cannot marry her, it’s impossible with Wang Hong, and only Ran Min was willing to marry her. But she would never in a million years marry him. What was she supposed to do now?
Before, she used to think that she might somehow meet a scholar who came from a humble background like hers. They’d then wed and live a peaceful and comfortable life.
But this dream had now shattered!
Oh Heaven, what was she going to do?