She hugged her knees in a daze as she stared at the portrait hanging on the wall. She felt embarrassed. Looking at Xia Yixuan, she felt lost.
There was a soreness between her thighs as she got off the bed. She placed her hand on her stomach and her eyes teared up. Two streaks of tears fell like beads.
She shouldn't be Xia Ruoxin now. Instead, she should be called Crybaby. When did she become a one, anyway?
Walking into the bathroom, it smelled of shower foam—green tea. Did he like this scent? She made a mental note to remember everything.
Then she showered. As warm water gushed on her body, she looked down and saw the bruises on her body. The process had been brutal, but she had already known it, hadn't she?
