By the end, Zheng Chuyi lifted her eyes to look at Chu Jin.
Her beautiful, delicate willow-leaf shaped eyes were completely red, the surrounding area swollen, tears streaked her face, and with that swollen, bruised wound on her forehead, she appeared utterly pitiable, invoking a sense of unwilling sympathy.
"Ninth Sister-in-law, can you forgive me?" Zheng Chuyi tried hard to squeeze out a smile towards Chu Jin, her gaze filled with expectation. Her typically gentle voice was now laced with hoarseness, as if her emotions might collapse at any second.
She, the unrivaled beauty of the Superpower World, had never before stooped so low.
The humiliation she suffered today would be claimed back in full measure one day.
As for Zheng Chuyi, Chu Jin harbored little fondness for her, the degree of which had even dipped into the negatives.
From their first meeting, to the second, and the third, Zheng Chuyi had been filled with animosity and hostility towards her.