"No more, please, spare me..."
In the tent, Long Yue murmured softly as her consciousness gradually blurred—it was extreme exhaustion.
She was too tired to struggle anymore.
Her heart understood his bitterness, and since he needed to vent, she let him vent completely!
Even though she was saying these words, her voice gradually faded, becoming almost inaudible, as though she'd been tormented to the brink of losing her breath.
"Scum..."
She muttered one final word before falling into a deep sleep.
Li Qingmu gradually stopped, the redness in his eyes faded away. As he looked at the petite figure covered in tears and scars, he felt a sharp pang in his heart.
But he had no choice but to do this—he had to!
He had to let everyone know he was cruel, violent, and ruthless. Only then would they stay away from him, fear him, respect him. Only then could he seize power and free himself from that woman—his mother!
"Yue'er... I'm sorry..."
