Despair, wanting so badly to leave, to be free, yet helpless to do anything.
If she were to be locked up for life, death might be a more merciful release.
An Ruo's gaze shifted to the vase next to her, knowing that if she smashed it, she could use a shard to slit her wrists and end it all.
The fact that she, who always cherished life, was contemplating death showed just how disheartened she had become.
Xingtian pushed the door open and followed her gaze to the vase, immediately discerning her intentions.
His eyes darkened slightly as he walked slowly over to her, his expression softening with a hint of tenderness.
Holding her shoulders, he asked softly, "Are you bored? Let's go fishing."
"When will you let me go?" An Ruo asked coldly, not looking at him.
"Go where?"
"Let me go home."
The man curved his attractive thin lips into a smile and said, "This is your home."
