Shang Kaiwen leaned in Wang Ruo'an's arms, docile as a kitten, "Ruo'an, I love you so much!"
Wang Ruo'an lazily glanced at Shang Kaiwen, "What do you want? Just say it."
Both of them actually understood perfectly well. Wang Ruo'an did love Shang Kaiwen, but now this love had transformed, becoming a kind of warped adoration and possessiveness. Any disagreement with his wishes meant Shang Kaiwen would suffer.
Now, Shang Kaiwen couldn't even say a word to another man. Even a polite smile was a taboo; the possible consequence was a severe beating. Once done, Wang Ruo'an would hold her, crying bitterly with regret. This had become a vicious cycle, clear to both of them.
Round and round it went.
Shang Kaiwen couldn't leave Wang Ruo'an because she simply had no opportunity. Otherwise, she wished she could escape to a place where no one knew her and never see Wang Ruo'an again in her life.
