Min Zhixue suddenly knelt on the ground.
He Ziming paused in his tracks.
Min Zhixue grabbed his trousers and looked up at him, "Please, I can't stay here any longer, look at me, my hair has been cut short, I've lost all my clothes, I get bullied every day in the shower, they beat me, insult me, make me serve tea and water... I've had a tough life since I was little, but I had finally started to live a bit better, and being with you, I experienced a lifestyle I never had before."
She cried as she looked at him, "You let me know for the first time how good it is to have money, but the more I felt that way, the more afraid I became, afraid that you would abandon me and force me back to the life I used to live, so I just lost it for a moment..."
"Look at me now, isn't this all your fault, He Ziming? Your actions landed me in prison, but what have you lost? Nothing, you continue to live the life of a rich young master without lack, isn't that too unfair!"