"..."
A torrent of raw, unexplained sadness enveloped her, overwhelming her senses.
It consumed her, like a perpetual storm ravaging her shaking hips and penetrating her like a heartless conqueror.
He seemed eager to unleash his post-war excitement inside her, his throbbing member relentlessly pounding her, showing no remorse for the blood he caused to spill.
Today, Elara was reduced to the status of a voiceless doll, her vibrant spirit silenced.
The only screams that escaped her were cries of desperation, a futile attempt to erase the haunting reality she wished never occurred.
The pain, the intensity, the invasive touch of his fingers encroaching upon her trembling body, his essence smearing her face and legs, the blunt force of his member slapping her face with unsettling disregard...
None of it held any significance today. Originally, Wang Xiao had desired her presence by his side, yet it was merely a fleeting notion for him.
