Growing up in an environment where she was constantly neglected and frequently beaten by her family, she developed a timid and cowardly personality.

Like frightened birds, they dared not resist in the slightest when faced with injustice and oppression.

Actually, deep down, Wenruo initially harbored some expectations and fantasies about getting married.

She endured beatings and grievances in that cold home, longing for a home of her own.

That way, they can escape this bleak and hopeless life and live a warm and happy life.

She often gazes at the stars outside her window at night, imagining what her future husband will look like and what her new home will be like.

These beautiful fantasies became her motivation to persevere through her difficult life.

However, fate seemed to love playing tricks on her, giving her an extremely cruel joke.

The man she married had a volatile and eccentric personality. He loved to drink, and when he was drunk, he became a completely different person, prone to physically abusing those around him.

It was precisely because of this bad habit that he was unable to find a wife and became a well-known bachelor in the village.

The man's initial suggestion to spend some time getting to know each other before getting married was a perfectly reasonable request.

Unexpectedly, Wen Ruo's family didn't care at all and sent her over directly.

This surprised the man, perhaps due to the initial novelty and astonishment at this sudden marriage.

For the first two years, the man treated Wen Ruo quite well, occasionally showing her tenderness and consideration, which made Wen Ruo believe that she had truly found happiness.

But as the saying goes, it's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature.

Two years passed in the blink of an eye, and seeing that "Wen Ruo" had not gotten pregnant, the man's despicable nature was completely exposed.

All that tenderness vanished without a trace, replaced by endless beatings and humiliation.

Wen Ruo lives in fear every day, never knowing when her husband will fly into a rage over the smallest thing and beat her.

Her body was always covered with bruises and scars, old wounds not yet healed and new ones added.

She cried silently countless times in the dead of night, her heart filled with despair and helplessness, yet she didn't know who to confide in.

Finally, the elders of the clan could no longer stand it and could no longer tolerate this atrocity continuing to occur under their noses.

They stepped forward and forcefully ordered the two to divorce. They even dragged the man to the ancestral hall and gave him a severe scolding and education.

When Wen Ruo left that man's house, she was covered in bruises and wounds, a pitiful sight that broke one's heart.

She staggered out of the house filled with painful memories, glanced back, and her eyes were filled with relief and sorrow.

Fortunately, the elders in the clan were kind-hearted and took pity on Wenruo's tragic fate.

After discussing it, they gave Wenruo a piece of land and gathered people to help her build a simple house.

Although the house was small and not luxurious, it was Wen Ruo's safe haven and her hope for starting a new life.

At that moment, a complex emotion welled up in Wen Ruo's heart, a sense of relief from past suffering and anticipation for the future.

At this point, Wen Ruo actually felt quite satisfied and happy.

At least, from now on, no one can beat or scold her at will.

She finally has her own little world, where she can live a peaceful and carefree life.

Compared to her previous bleak and hopeless life, this was a world of difference, a precious gift bestowed upon her by fate.

Qin Qianluo's gaze seemed to be drawn tightly to the light screen by an invisible force. Her eyes were wide open, unblinking, as if afraid of missing any scene.

When the image of the petite and disheveled "Wen Ruo" came into view, Qin Qianluo's eyes instantly reddened, as if shrouded in a thin layer of mist.

A hint of heartache flashed in her eyes, a pure and instinctive reaction stemming from the deepest human compassion for the weak.

She felt as if she could travel through time and space, truly feeling the pain and grievances that the former "Wen Ruo" had endured during those long and difficult years.

Those days of not having enough to eat or wear, those nights when she was frequently beaten and scolded—every image pierced Qin Qianluo's heart like a needle.

But this heartache is only directed at the "Wen Ruo" who struggled in the abyss of suffering in the past.

Qin Qianluo felt very conflicted about the "Wen Ruo" standing before her; she simply couldn't feel much sympathy for him.

After all, the current "Wen Ruo" also has her own calculations and mistakes.

Luo Qi'an's eyes were filled with solemnity. His pupils contracted slightly as he stared intently at the images on the screen, as if trying to imprint these scenes deep into his heart.

Those images were like countless sharp blades, relentlessly tearing at his heart, making him gasp for breath.

It felt like a huge boulder weighing a thousand pounds was pressing down on my chest, making me feel suffocated.

The story Feng Qingyun had just told kept echoing in his mind, every detail playing over and over again.

He never imagined that the truth would be so convoluted and bizarre, far exceeding his wildest imagination.