The man who slandered me and hit me on the street has completely disappeared.

As for the rumors spreading about me, the whole city is mocking me for being lewd and shameless, meeting with people privately, and daring to think of marrying a scholar with my broken body.

Even my aunt began to doubt, asking me privately if it's true that I had rendezvous with someone?

I was furious, how could you not even believe me?

The pot of hot oil was scalding, a small piece of my scalp was burned off, to treat the injury, the doctor shaved off all my hair.

The injury on my left face worsened, it had started to fester.

The pus on my face caused a high fever that lasted for days, so the wedding scheduled for half a month later was canceled.

Cousin sat by my bedside, tears of pain streaming down his face, changing my bandages.

I thought he truly loved me, grieving for me.

But his next words plunged me into hell.

He said, "Wanwan, my mentor still insists on me marrying his daughter, in fact, Yanyan and I, we, have long been husband and wife."

I sat up from the sickbed in anger, grabbed his collar, tears stinging the wounds on my face, my voice trembling with hatred:

"Yanyan, you sound so intimate! When did you and that wretched woman have an affair! Cui Anren, you heartless bastard!"

Cousin turned away, "Why do you have to be so harsh."

After a while, he softly said, "That night we were together, I found that you didn't seem to be a virgin. I don't mind if you had met with other men before, I still wanted to keep you by my side, as a concubine, is that unfair to you? But you wouldn't relent."

Finally, he added, "You make me feel disgusted, every time I touch you, I feel like I'm getting dirty too."

I felt like I was falling into an abyss.

For these years, all I thought about was him, how could he ruin my innocence like this.

With all hope lost, coupled with the high fever from the festering wounds, I died within a few days.

My spirit lingered in the mortal realm for many years.