At this time, Ye Lianxi was awakened by a stinging pain. She looked around in confusion, where was this place? Why haven't I cultivated myself?
Ye Lianxi couldn't help but put her arm on her forehead. Her whole body twitched a few times stiffly, and the tingling sensation became even stronger.
She endured the pain, but what caught her eye was her arm that was still bleeding. The injuries looked like wounds left when someone beat her.
At this time, Ye Lianxi's head started to hurt, and her eyes were sobbing silently with tears, and then a memory that did not belong to her appeared in her mind: a woman in a pink dress was savagely beating her with a whip on her face, with curses in her mouth: Little bitch, little waste, useless thing, you are worthy of being the crown princess, you are just a waste.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
