This scene was naturally witnessed with utmost clarity by Ye Qingtao, who was far away in a pleasure house listening to music.
To be precise, he wasn't watching it; he was listening.
Just hearing the screams echoing from the light curtain made his heart wrench; it sounded agonizingly painful. Yet, his own heart was filled with boundless joy, as refreshing as a cold drink on a hot summer day.
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