Not even a shout to stop.
Could it be that he really no longer cares about her?
But no matter what, she was still his wife, why could he be so indifferent...
Su Qingtian closed her eyes, tears slipped down her face even hotter than the grilling fire, she felt as if her eyes would be scorched blind.
Su Qingtian had always learned well to hide and ignore her own emotions, because from a young age someone taught them, told them that their own happiness or suffering was not important, what mattered was serving their man's happiness.
This was the creed, it was the meaning of their life.
But now, she truly felt so unbearable. Su Qingtian opened her eyes again, through the haze she saw Mo Nanjue's face, she felt immeasurable bitterness, only realizing then that to cry freely was a luxury.
Mo Beiyan kissed her collarbone, one hand had already torn open the upper half of her qipao.
His palm pressed down, with no tenderness, he squeezed harshly, causing glaring bruises.
"Ah..."
