"I can't let you enjoy the pain of betrayal without also letting you thoroughly taste the gut-wrenching feeling of being disfigured and put in agony," Qiao Xiaren's gaze became even more brutal, "Qiao Anchu, remember this taste deeply. Your face is quite pretty, I wonder what it feels like to have half of it ruined."
Today, Qiao Xiaren was going to give back everything that Qiao Anchu had once given her, piece by piece! And this process would be a very long and painful one.
Qiao Anchu's lips were shaking with pain, with tears mixing with blood streaming down her face. Qiao Anchu had never imagined that Qiao Xiaren would go to such lengths to ruin her face.
There were more dreadful things waiting for her. A few men with fierce expressions took off their shirts and slowly approached, evidently awaiting Qiao Xiaren's instructions.