A long time after Sun Zhe left, Leng Yueshuang finally regained some of her strength. Hissing softly, her delicate brows furrowed as she endured the pain in her lower body and limped into the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom, Leng Yueshuang stood naked under the showerhead, letting the hot water wash away the filth from her body. The memory of Sun Zhe's arrogant, triumphant expression ignited a searing hatred in her eyes. She wished for nothing more than to tear him limb from limb.
From the day she was born, no one had ever dared to treat her this way. Sun Zhe was the first, and he would absolutely be the last!
That bastard Sun… just you wait!
Her fists clenched and her delicate body trembled, the hatred in her eyes growing more intense. She suddenly reached out, turned off the shower, and climbed into the bathtub to sit cross-legged.
Time ticked by. As she began to feel the faint current of warmth spreading through her body, her expression suddenly grew complicated.
