Gu Yusheng seemed to have nothing else to say, but he suddenly stopped.
He was absent-minded for a minute, as if he had fallen into a trance, then he sneered after coming back to himself.
His laugh was very brief, like his previous ones directed at Qin Zhi'ai, but there was something different about it.
When he laughed, a hint of desperation and sadness entered his eyes, as if he had no way out of his situation. However, that emotion was overwhelmed by his aloof facial expression.
He raised his hand, tidied his clothes up, opened the door, and walked away.
As the door closed, Qin Zhi'ai blinked and raised her head, which had been buried between her knees.
She was afraid that someone would suddenly enter the bathroom, so she moved her sore body painfully to the door and locked it again.
Such a simple action as this had almost exhausted all the strength in her body. She collapsed against the cool door and slowly returned to the ground.
