Tears slid down the side of my face, then spilled into my hair, cold and devoid of warmth.
My stomach, which had hardly ingested any food these past few days, was now aching and contracted into a tight ball. Xu Pei turned over, curling up beneath the thin blanket.
Raising her hand, she gently touched her cheek, where the swelling from Leng Zimo's hit had already subsided, no longer painful, but as she touched her face, her heart still ached as if pierced by needles.
Why should he, why was he entitled to hit her?
After all, it was he who had done wrong at first, he who had said he would take responsibility, he who had betrayed her...
And she was supposed to apologize to Luo Xiaoqian, why?!
If it weren't for that expert actress, the one best at playing the victim, Luo Xiaoqian, would he have betrayed her?
...
Xu Pei curled up, clutching her hands so tightly her nails almost drew blood from her palms.
The door was pushed open gently.
