Yun Wanrou remained kneeling as straight as a stick of incense, except this stick of incense was sweating hard enough to flood the room.
Yan Hai finally started to panic.
He knew Yun Wanrou very well.
She valued her pride more than her own face powder. Usually if someone so much as made her voice tremble in public, she would spend the whole night swallowing grievances and plotting revenge in her room.
So how could such a person kneel before Bai Lingling willingly?
It made no sense.
It made absolutely no sense.
Yun Wanrou herself was even more horrified than him.
Her knees felt as if thousands of thin needles had been driven into them one after another. Every tiny attempt to shift even a fraction sent unbearable pain shooting upward through her legs. The pain was so sharp that her vision blurred repeatedly, and yet she could neither collapse nor crawl away.
She wanted to scream.
She wanted to shout that she did not want this.
