Although she had thought about death, she still didn't want to die.
From the moment she first received the news, resolutely determined to commit suicide, to now accepting reality, two months have passed.
She knew how difficult it was to live, and she couldn't bear to die casually because of such things.
The faint smell of smoke lingered in the air as the man squinted at her through the wispy smoke, his expression indifferent and cold.
His silent demeanor made it seem as if he found her request both humble and laughable.
Aldana Candi knew that she actually had no bargaining chips to negotiate with him.
He found her and brought her back, from now on, whether to kill or dismantle her, it was up to him entirely; she had no right to refuse.
Freedom and her corneas, in fact, had nothing to do with her wishes.
After finishing his cigarette, he threw the butt into the ashtray, leaned over, and got down from the bed.
