But whether Dong Jing did it or not, she doesn't want to deal with this woman anymore.
She's probably here to humiliate her!
An Ning returned to her room, turned off the lights, and tried hard to fall asleep, pushing all thoughts away.
Perhaps she was too exhausted from crying earlier because she truly fell asleep.
In her dreams, she returned to that night years ago.
In the dream, a man covered her eyes. His hands were strong and rough.
An Ning cried in the dream; these hands weren't Xu Junjie's.
Xu Junjie's hands were tender, long, and delicate, more slender than a woman's.
In her sleep, An Ning struggled to break free from the man. 'No... Don't touch me. If you touch me, I'll be ruined by you, Xu Junjie won't forgive me, and my dad will kick me out...'
But it was wrong; she didn't want to have a child.
In a gray world, she kept resisting, she wanted to defeat this man.
And she was already a mess, crying, shaking like autumn leaves, trembling.
