After a long time, Gong Ting got off her and stood by the bed, looking at the woman who was lying rigidly, not daring to move. Her face was full of despair, seemingly scared senseless.
He frowned deeply, said nothing, and turned to leave.
With a "bang," the room fell into silence. Xiao Yu lay there dazed for a while, feeling her eyes growing increasingly hot as tears rolled down. How did things become so miserable?
Clearly, with good intentions, yet she found herself in such an unbearable situation.
She curled up, tears falling more rapidly. If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have meddled in the first place.
After a while, she composed herself, got out of bed, adjusted her dress, picked up the handbag that had fallen on the floor, and walked to the door. She turned the handle but couldn't open the door, and in panic, she realized she was locked inside.
