In the dark room, not a sliver of light penetrated the thick floor-to-ceiling curtains.
Ouyang Xiaojun was curled up in a corner of the bedroom, hugging herself tightly, her face expressionless as she stared ahead like a lifeless doll.
How long had she been here? A full day and night already.
It was yesterday at her doorstep.
Lou Ming's complexion grew terrible when he heard her say she could live without life, but not without dignity.
He glared at her, and from within his dark, brooding eyes, a burst of uncontrollable rage erupted, "Taking your life would be letting you off too easy!"
With that, he pulled the door open, "If you don't want to go, you can get out of the car."
He seemed negotiable, but Xiaojun saw endless threats in Lou Ming's eyes.
She bit her lip and yelled at him, punctuating every word, "Lou Ming, you won't die a good death!"
