In a luxurious guest room.
The air was filled with the faint scent of fragrance as the breeze blew the red bed netting gently.
A woman, whose face was disfigured, sat still on the bed. She was covered with bruises and scars, and it was heartbreaking to see.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of the door being opened. She lifted her head to look at the man who came in through the door.
"Ya'er..."
The man was dressed in an elegant silk robe; even though he was already in his middle age, he was still handsome and dashing, with a warm and genial smile.
It was just like... The first time she saw him back then...
His gentle smile bewitched her, and from then on, she had decided to step into Duan Manor, despite everything.
However, she had never thought that this was a road of no return, a nightmare!
Xiao Ya clutched the bed sheet as her eyes were filled with hatred.
