After that door closed, the operating room became eerily quiet.
The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant.
I lay on the cold operating table, a chill creeping up my spine; I softly called out.
"Yinuo? Is that you?"
I couldn't see his figure, yet I could feel that chill approaching.
It wasn't a kindly approach but rather a dangerously threatening presence, and I instinctively recoiled.
"Ding Yinuo, what are you going to do?"
Next, his figure slowly bent over me, his hand gripping my chin.
"I never thought you could be so repulsive?"
"I've never seen a woman with schemes as deeply ingrained as yours!"
"I will do as you wish, but from now on, I will not let you off the hook."
Ding Yinuo was filled with malice.
I could understand the disgust, rejection, and even a hint of anxiety in his words.
But I didn't understand why he treated me this way!
All the joy I had was now at rock bottom, plunging my mood into the utmost gloom.
