She could only stand at the door and did not dare to come in.
She seemed to have that damned sense of guilt that surrounded her and made it difficult for her to move.
She wanted to tell herself that it was all one-sided for Rong Zhan to like her, and she did not ask him to do so. However, when she saw his bloodshot eyes, the wine bottles on the floor, and the table full of her favorite dishes, she was stunned.
She felt that she could not say those words.
no matter how much rong zhan liked her, sang xia knew that she had made him suffer tonight.
From the moment she came in, she had been acting dumb.
She pretended to be expressionless and looked at the ceiling indifferently because she didn't know how else she could avoid looking at him.
His bloodshot eyes and narrow red eyes made her feel like a sinner.
However, could she continue to pretend?
can i?
The fierce little pitiful creature was still hiding in the small room, licking its wounds alone.
