She experienced what it meant to have fallen from grace.
"Where is Brother Shichu?"
"Why are you asking for him? You think you haven't been tormented enough?"
Shen Shixuan's words were dripping with mockery as she condescendingly lifted her eyes, signaling towards the set of clothes folded on the bed, "You didn't pack your luggage, so I guessed you don't have clothes to change into. Wear mine, although they've been worn by me, our sizes are about the same; you should fit into them."
Her every sentence seemed respectful, but was actually anything but.
Ye Shiqing couldn't afford to be picky, yet when she saw that even the underwear had been worn by Shen Shixuan, she couldn't hold back.
"Isn't there anything new?"
"You still want something new?"
Shen Shixuan looked incredulous, "Be glad there's anything at all. Why be choosy? You don't have to wear them. Go out naked if you want—your unimpressive body has already been seen by men all over the world."