Rong Ruiyuan knew that if he actually tried to help her up with his own hands, it would only be more humiliating. Thus, he could only say dryly, "You don't have to do this. Whatever you have to say, let's get up and talk properly."
Gu Antong looked up, her small eyes—now squeezed into slits the size of mung beans—looking straight at Rong Ruiyuan. "Prince, I know my current appearance is no longer worthy of staying by your side. For the sake of the time I spent serving you, I beg you to give me a quick death."
It was true. Gu Antong had figured it out over the past few days. She had lost her value. Even if whatever was wrong with her body could be cured, things could never return to how they were before.
As long as Rong Ruiyuan spent time with her in the future, he would inevitably be reminded of this ghastly state.
Even she herself found her appearance disgusting, and she didn't want to continue living in such a nightmare.
