Teng Man Rui dozed off out of exhaustion. When she woke up from her slumber, her room was pitch-black.
It was around eight in the evening.
She found herself alone in her room, in her own nudity, in the middle of disarray.
Having been reminded of what had transpired during that afternoon, she felt her soul abandon her. Teng Man Rui cupped her two hands on her mouth in a silent gasp, eyes flickering with discernment.
Lifeless, Teng Man Rui dragged herself towards the bathroom and decided to clean herself in the tub. In the mirror, she could distinguish clearly the marks of that afternoon's desecration. She averted her eyes as a strong feeling of disgust reeled her into feeling as if she would have wanted to throw up.
For hours, she submerged herself in the lukewarm water. It somehow soothed her weary soul.
She leaned her head onto the edge of the tub and closed her eyes.
'How am I going to face Zhu Li Qiang?'
Eyes still closed, her brows met together in a frown.
