Chu Anche spoke his piece, released Jian Shuyao from his grip, and turned to stride away.
With the threat gone, Jian Shuyao's body relaxed, and she slowly slid down the wall, finally squatting in the corner.
His words echoed repeatedly in her mind, "I know you can't forget the man from your past, but so what? You're my woman now!"
"But a woman like you... holds no interest for me! Dirty!"
Her tears fell like beads cut from a string, cascading down her face.
The agony in her heart was like a flooding river, ceaselessly spreading outwards.
All her pain, all her powerlessness, in Chu Anche's eyes, were just evidence of her promiscuity.
She had never yearned for affection, but she didn't even have respect, only humiliation.
Jian Shuyao cupped her face, tears washing over her fingers; she truly wanted to say, to end this marriage...
But she couldn't let go of Xiao'an.
Squatting in the corner, she wrestled with her turmoil.