If one day, you were drugged by the man you loved and ****?
What would you do?
You'd probably feel heartbroken, right?
That's exactly how Xia Weiyi felt, unable to articulate the mix of emotions tumbling within her. It was as if all the flavors—sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty—had surged up at once, a complete mélange.
Losing her heart, cheated of her body, it felt like entering the longed-for heaven, only to be trapped the moment she stepped in, unable to find a way out.
She could either cocoon herself or break free and emerge as a butterfly.
But the usually contrary Xia Weiyi now clearly chose to cocoon herself.
After leaving the villa, Xia Weiyi immediately hailed a taxi. It was only after the car drove out of Xinhong Garden that she slumped into the seat like a deflated ball.
The driver glanced at the girl in the rearview mirror, crying pitifully, and, though reluctant to intrude, he felt compelled to ask, "Young lady, where to?"
