Now, despite the distance of a thousand miles, she inexplicably found herself missing this domineering and authoritarian man...
Could it be that after being by his side for so long, she had become habitually dependent on him and was not used to life without him?
Just then, the door creaked open, and footsteps sounded.
Could it be Xiaxia returning?
Jiayi turned around: "Xia..."
Before the second syllable could drop, Chu Xinyu stood in front of her, her delicate palm pushing forward, causing the door to slam shut with a "bang".
In front of the door, Chu Xinyu, because her hair had been messily cut, decided to chop her beloved long hair into a shoulder-length bob when she returned home. She also covered the wounds on her face, neck, and arms with a layer of white powder.
Although it temporarily hid the truth of the **** she had suffered in China, the humiliation etched deep in her heart was impossible to forget.
