When Fu Mingshou left, daylight had already broken.
The room was warm, yet Wan Jie felt terribly cold.
She reached out to pull the blanket over her bare body, a simple action that made Wan Jie feel as if every inch of her skin was being pulled, burning with pain, piercing right into her heart.
Thinking about how others were happily returning home during the holidays to share familial bliss, while she lay beneath this Demon Fu Mingshou's torment, tears streamed down her face alongside deep regret. Wan Jie wished she could pack her bags this very moment and vanish completely from Fu Mingshou's sight.
Just as this thought emerged, Wan Jie's phone rang.
