Qingjue lay in the snow all day and night.
Only one person paused when passing her. "Bah, dirty!" Said the man.
Bah, what a bastard! Many people said.
Of course, Qingjue was thrown out of the bed of Duan Jingting, the eldest son of the Duan family. When she was thrown out, Qingjue was only covered with a thin silk quilt. She used her broken arm to cover her shoulders with all her strength. The cold invaded without mercy like a bone-gnawing demon, and Qing Jue's broken hands and feet had long lost consciousness. Qingjue was almost grateful when the man's dirty saliva reached Qingjue's face. This was the only warm thing Qingjue came into contact with all day and night. Qingjue wanted to laugh, and her frozen cheeks pulled out an expression. Qingjue laughed. Unexpectedly, a breath of cold air penetrated her lungs, causing her chest to rise and fall violently. She coughed and trembled with her broken hands and legs, and she couldn't tell where the pain was. When she finally finished coughing, the woman lying on the ground who looked like a rag was finally able to laugh out loud.
The entire Duan Family Villa seemed to be trembling.
Then the entire villa knew that the woman who dared to climb into the young master's bed was crazy.
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