The answer didn't need to be asked; she knew it herself.
Yet in her heart, there still lingered a shred of vain hope. She wondered if there might be a chance to resolve past grudges, perhaps if she treated him better, he would gradually be moved by her and start to love her.
But then thinking about his seemingly flirtatious yet actually chaste temperament, she felt defeated again.
She knew that times had changed, and her vain hopes were just that—vain hopes.
...
"Creak..." Someone pushed the door open.
Liang Shujun's mouth was stuffed with a wad of cloth, her clothes hadn't been changed in days, and she looked unwell, her wrists bound behind her.
She appeared somewhat haggard, clearly not having slept for several days, and when she followed the noise and looked, unsurprisingly, it was He Su.
