The next day she slept until noon, already tormented and exhausted. She was wearing silk pajamas, and her body had been cleaned, but the traces of their lovemaking were still so evident.
Her heart was bitter, this body had long been ruined.
She didn't know how much longer her frail body could endure the pain.
Now she had learned to be obedient, just hoping that Anjue wouldn't be angry anymore or cause trouble for the people around her.
She didn't want to go there anymore.
Nor did she want to run away.
Through the mirror, she saw her white body marked with shocking kiss marks.
She found a blue pullover long-sleeved dress from the wardrobe, the neckline was small enough to cover the marks on her body, and she simply tidied her hair. She didn't know if it was a psychological issue, but she always felt her hair had grown longer in the past few days.
Downstairs, there was no one in the living room, but vaguely she could see four guards standing at the door.
