Hai Xiaotang didn't wake up, so he decided to make do on the sofa for the night.
The night was deep.
Hai Xiaotang had many nightmares about her past life.
In all of her memories, Dongfang Yu's eyes were filled with coldness when he looked at her.
Chilling to the bone—
[Hai Xiaotang, the biggest regret of my life is marrying you!]
[If I could, I would rather kill you, make you disappear from my sight forever!]
[Hai Xiaotang, how could I be entangled with a woman like you? You are truly the nightmare of my life!]
[Hai Xiaotang, let's divorce. I'll tell you the truth, Xinxin is the only one in my heart now.]
[Hai Xiaotang, if there's a next life, don't come looking for me! No, don't even appear before me. I have no interest in even looking at you!]
[Hai Xiaotang, why don't you go die?]
...
Dongfang Yu's cold face kept flashing in her mind.
Every look, every word he uttered, was an arrow.
Deeply piercing her heart, filling it with a thousand wounds.
