It was an instinctive fear of death, and an odd elation for the future—if Lu Yebai died, could she free herself from him?
At that thought, Meng Xi'er broke out in a cold sweat all over her body.
When did she start to hate him so much that she wished for his death?
Had the despair that Lu Yebai brought her seeped into her bones?
The car had started moving slowly. As the club gradually faded away, Meng Xi'er leaned on the car's interior, her heart fluttering fast and furiously.
On a night as dark as the rain, everything was rushing towards an irreversible future.
An hour later, the car stopped in front of a villa. A servant quickly came over with an umbrella and opened the door for her. It was only when she stepped on the ground that she realized she had no strength in her body, she nearly collapsed on the ground.
The servant quickly supported her. Seeing her pale face and the cold sweat covering her body, he cautiously helped her inside the house.
