Another ten-plus hours later...
Ye Ningyue had lost too much blood, fainting for thirteen hours. When she opened her eyes, it was early morning.
Seeing the familiar sight in the room, she didn't blink, staring blankly at the ceiling. In her mind, the scene of being forcibly occupied by the man earlier surged like a crazed wave.
Zhuo Yue had violated her, no matter how she screamed. He was so tyrannical and ruthless, like a Devil, mercilessly possessing her.
She was already contemplating death.
No, hadn't she already... slit her wrists?
Why was she still lying on the bed now?
Slowly turning her head, she saw the person sleeping on the chair beside the bed.
It was him. In panic, she tried to get up and avoid him, but found her body weak and unable to move, with an IV in the back of her hand.
It seemed this Devil had saved her.
But why save her; why not just let her die?
