To He Yanrong, the past is painful, but talking to Li Zhiyan about it gave her a sense of relief, as if some of the burden was being lifted from her heart.
Talking about it really is a good way to release pressure.
"That woman was so awful."
He Yanrong let out a faint laugh.
"At that time, your aunt was being beaten while being scolded as a mistress—it was the most humiliating and helpless moment of my life."
"Back then, I was just having a normal relationship, got married, even got a marriage certificate, and we held a banquet in my hometown. But in the end, I became the thing I hated most—a whore, a mistress."
"And I ended up with a scar behind my ear."
Li Zhiyan leaned in to look and noticed that there was indeed a scar there. Luckily, it was behind her ear and not on her face.
A woman as alluring as Aunt Rong—it would have been such a waste if a scar had marred her face.
"Aunt Rong, this isn't your fault. You weren't the mistress."
"You were just a victim."
