"Whenever I face you, I think of these things... So, I really don't want to see you anymore!"
A flash of pain crossed He Yingdong's eyes, and after a long time, he let go of his hand.
His large hand gently stroked her soft hair, slowly reaching to button her top, button by button.
From beginning to end, he remained silent, not uttering a single word.
Her hatred.
He could feel it from her.
All her hatred stemmed from the mistakes he had personally made.
After a while, he lifted his eyes to look at her, pinched her cheeks with both hands, "Alright, take care!"
Saying that, he turned around and left. She leaned her back against the wall, watching his tall figure gradually disappear.
After a long time, she opened the door slightly to glance outside.
The police car had already left.
The maid locked the door and hurried out, not knowing what she was going to do.
The phone suddenly rang.
She quickly walked into the bedroom, grabbed the phone from the bed.
