It was almost the very same, she was experiencing the pain and despair that Qiao Xiaren felt before her previous life's death.
Her face, blurry from the beating it had taken, was being washed by the rain. The laughter on Qiao Anchu's face was horrifying.
Is this payback?
Unfortunately, she, Qiao Anchu, did not believe in fate! She struggled, attempting to stand up.
Pain and despair rushed through her, an almost gut-wrenching agony.
She had lost her innocence, her status, and now, she couldn't even die easily. Qiao Xiaren truly was pitiless, utterly ruthless!
She didn't know who it was that was approaching. A man holding an umbrella stood by her side, Qiao Anchu's vision was blurred, stung by the rain and blood.
"Who are you?"
Her torn throat issued a hoarse voice. She felt that she was about to die any moment.