That night, he flew into a rage for no reason, saying so many hurtful things.
And he treated her like that...
Such a rough treatment—how is it different from domestic abuse?
To put it severely, it could even be considered maltreatment.
Thinking this, she turned her head, treating him as if he were air, and walked over by herself to blow her hair.
Lu Hualiang glanced indifferently at her back, got up to fetch his clothes, and went to take a shower.
Only when the bathroom door closed did Xia Weibao breathe a sigh of relief.
She quickly dried her hair and hurried to sleep.
The two were in the midst of a cold war; sleeping together was so awkward.
After drying her hair, she went to the dressing table to comb her hair.
Her slender fingertips paused for a moment as they touched the Peach Wood Comb; her nose felt a little sore.
Must it be this way?
They have been together for two lifetimes—clearly in love—why must they end up like strangers?
