The crowd of onlookers was growing, and upon hearing Shen Dandan's words, especially the men felt a pang of sympathy for her.
Shen Dandan was naturally beautiful, with a delicate and pale oval face, finely made-up, and her orange-red curls cascading down to her waist. Her slender figure, along with the fatigue in her eyes, added to her an element of ill beauty.
Now, her tearful and heart-rending performance even moved those chivalrous men in the audience, they wanted to take a stand for her, to hold her in their arms, showering her with comfort and care.
"Men these days are blind, they give up good women for such lewd vixen," a young woman, who seemed to have shared Shen Dandan's experiences, complained bitterly.
Her voice was loud enough, and she glared at Luo Qingli as she spoke, clearly aiming the words at Qingli.
Luo Qingli innocently touched her nose, was she the lewd vixen this lady was referring to?