Inside the house.
Su Ye stood still for a long time, the tears on her face completely dried, leaving her skin taut and sore.
Finally, she blinked, coming back to her senses.
She washed her face first, and upon lifting her head, she saw her own face in the mirror—haggard and lifeless, yet still radiant—which brought an unspeakable bitterness to her heart.
It was all because of this face.
Without it, Su He would not have traded her like a commodity.
And Gu Yan would not be clinging to her ceaselessly.
Su Ye gave a wry smile as the last drops of water trailed down her pointed chin.
See, how noble her thoughts were.
But if she really had to part with this face, she couldn't bear to.
It was her asset.
It was also the only hope that supported her to escape the mire she was in.
"Ding-ling-ling—"
The sound of the washing machine signaled the end of a cycle.
Su Ye wiped her face and took a deep breath before slowly walking over.
