When Lin Qingqing was weak from hunger and could barely speak loudly, they dragged her out and directly shaved her hair, putting her in monk's robes.
Even though they were all women, being stripped of clothes and roughly changed into monk's robes was something that Lin Qingqing simply could not bear.
It was an enormous humiliation.
When had she ever suffered such a thing before?
But being too weak to resist, she could only cry incessantly.
Her heart was filled with endless regret.
Had she known, she shouldn't have gotten involved with Xiao Fengxing; she shouldn't have believed Xiao Fengxing's lies!
If only she could start over, if only she could…
Lin Qingqing looked at the strands of hair on her shoulder and on the robes, her head feeling cold, and tears flowed more and more.
She didn't have the courage to truly die, nor any hope left for the future.
Could someone save her!
She didn't want to stay here for the rest of her life.
