The bedroom was pitch black, Li Jiaqi lay on the bed, wondering how Huo Siyuan was doing now?
With He Yingdong around, she didn't dare inquire about Huo Siyuan.
If he found out, it would surely be disastrous.
He wouldn't even need to lift a finger; just one call to the police could plunge Huo Siyuan into an abyss of doom.
After a long time, she finally got up, walked barefoot to the window.
That's when she saw He Yingdong and Yan Xiruo.
The two walked shoulder to shoulder toward the beach, their silhouettes exceptionally fitting under the hazy moonlight.
He was tall and handsome, she was petite and exquisitely beautiful.
Ha, they really fit, fit so well it hurts.
Goddammit, He Yingdong, since you have her, why do you still keep me imprisoned!!!
Li Jiaqi's heart was again surging with blood.
Her small hands clenched tightly together.
Watching their figures go further away until they disappeared.
