The whip was as thick as three fingers put together; not to mention forty-nine lashes, even a single one would hurt for days. How could he bear to see Axiang suffer such pain?
Axiang was truly moved to tears by Shagen's actions.
Just now, her mother Chen the Widow had said if they dared to touch Axiang, they would have to step over her body first, yet who was it now protecting Axiang if not Shagen?
Then there was her ex-husband Zhao Datu, this whole farce was his doing. If not for him, she wouldn't have been dragged to this commune; if he had truly cared for her, he wouldn't have driven her to this point.
And where was he now? Wasn't he just standing by and enjoying the spectacle because she had refused to go back to him even if it killed her?
"Shagen, you should step aside for now, I'll be fine," Axiang tried to send Shagen away, not wanting to drag him into her own troubles.
