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After the wedding, the man showed great affection for the woman, and the two were inseparable, filled with laughter every day. However, this scene was observed by six ladies who kept it in their hearts. Although they wore smiles, their eyes were filled with malice.
Before long, the scene shifted to when the man went off to battle, and from that day on, he never returned.
The woman could only stand at the courtyard gate every evening at sunset, hoping to catch a glimpse of his figure, but each time she was met with disappointment.
Faced with the six ladies every day, she received nothing but disdain. Gradually, their actions became more malicious, and they spoke harshly to her.
In one scene, they gathered in a quiet room where the six ladies said something to the woman, their gazes filled with venom. One of them slapped her before they all stormed out in anger.
The woman simply collapsed onto the edge of the bed, softly crying and looking very aggrieved.
The scenes continued to shift, and time passed without notice until it finally settled on a night when the lights in the house were extinguished. However, in one room of the courtyard, the six ladies were discussing something among themselves, nodding in agreement.
The woman appeared weak and pale, while the six ladies pretended to be kind as they brought her hot porridge, carefully attending to her needs.
The scene shifted again to early morning. The woman opened her blurry eyes to find herself surrounded by people in her room. Lying beside her on the bed was another man; both of them were disheveled and lying together. The looks directed at her were filled with disgust, and some people began to scold her. Even though she couldn't hear their words, Xia Xiaoyu could sense the hostility of the situation and knew what kind of treatment she would receive.
Xia Xiaoyu saw in the mirror that the man sharing her bed was given silver notes by the six ladies before they left the house that night. The woman's life deteriorated day by day, even worse than that of a maid.
Her face grew increasingly pale as if she had fallen gravely ill; she felt as if she could be blown away by a gust of wind. She endured countless mocking glances and derisive expressions.
However, she still stood quietly at the courtyard gate during the sunset, waiting for that figure.
Everyone looked at the woman with malice and mockery. No maidservants attended to her, and no one approached her. However, from the reflection in the mirror, Xia Xiaoyu could see that the woman was pregnant.
Her belly was noticeably larger.
Yet, she appeared increasingly frail, still insisting on watching from the courtyard gate every day, waiting for the day when that man would finally return.
He entered with a spirited demeanor, dressed in the attire of a General's Manor, exuding the prestige of a general, far removed from the youthful and delicate figure he once was.
But as soon as he stepped inside, he slapped the woman hard across the face, shouting something angrily before turning on his heel and leaving.
Xia Xiaoyu witnessed the man throw a divorce document at the woman in her room. The other six ladies laughed at this scene, while a wealthy man leaned against the door, disdainfully munching on sunflower seeds as he looked at the woman.
The scene ultimately froze on the woman in her room. She was already weak and stood before her dressing mirror, quietly gazing at her haggard face. She had become thin, and her pale hands gently caressed her small belly.
That was her child, growing within her, as if sensing the dwindling warmth.
In the end, she picked up a comb and softly brushed her long hair, yet her eyes remained fixed on that face in the mirror.
She stopped her movements and seemed to struggle with something. However, when her gaze fell upon the divorce document placed on her dressing table, despair flickered across her face.
She gently stroked her small belly. Finally, she picked up a small knife from the table and slowly drew it across her beautiful cheek. The blade left thin trails of blood; that stunning celestial face grew pale and weak while gradually becoming twisted and grotesque. Blood dripped onto the dressing table as she quietly stared at her bloodied reflection in the mirror... She smiled.
She laughed desolately, her laughter filled with sorrow.
In the end, she cut her own wrist, blood gushing out like a fountain, splattering onto the Mirror. In her eyes, besides endless sadness, there remained a trace of bitterness and unwillingness.
Finally, she collapsed into a pool of blood.
On the table, the Flame was knocked over to the edge of the Curtain as she fell, and then it began to spread and burn. Ultimately, the Inferno engulfed the woman, spreading rampantly—
Yet within that fire, it seemed there were faintly two unwilling eyes!
And on the Dressing Table, in front of the Mirror, three bloody words were left behind:
"I am so wronged..."
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