She was his caged bird; from the beginning to the end, it seemed not even three months had passed.
Now it seems like just a fleeting moment of fireworks.
Those memories are both joyous and painful.
As time passed, the happy memories faded like sand slipping through fingers, while the painful ones seemed ever-present and fresh.
Behind that door lies hell...
Countless times, waking from midnight dreams, she returned here, cruelly tormented by his cold indifference.
Opening her eyes, she found herself in an impenetrable darkness.
Only when she turned on her phone to hear Tianxin's recording did she dare confirm she had escaped him, escaped that nightmare.
At this very moment, standing here, her back was still drenched in cold sweat.
"Miss Hua, hello, your dinner is ready."
She turned her head.
Encountering an unfamiliar face, she stared in shock.
"You are not the previous maid?"
When she lived here before, a Filipino maid took care of her.
