Pushing open the door, the inside was empty, still maintaining a clean and tidy appearance.
And the person in the mirror, her clothes were perfectly intact on her body, she tugged at her clothes, leaving not a trace on her fair skin.
If not for the pain reminding her, she might have thought everything was just a dream.
She stood blankly in front of the washbasin for a while, reaching out to gently stroke the stone countertop above.
He must hate her, otherwise why would he refuse to face her even in the dark.
From start to finish, he always just stood behind her.
She smiled bitterly; this was her own choice from the beginning, so what right did she have to feel lost and sad?
She washed her face and went outside, where a set of casual clothes lay on the bedside cabinet.
Lan Yue picked up the clothes, changed out of her gown, tied her hair into a ponytail with a casual hand, and pushed the door open to leave.
The hall downstairs was empty, seemingly without a single person.
