Pei Ziheng got up and left.
Xia Ling wrapped herself in her blanket and clutched the horns tightly. She didn't know how long she cried for before falling asleep drowsily. Her dream was chaotic, but she couldn't remember anything when she woke up. She could only see the large wet patch of her tears on the pillow.
She was barely able to support her body as she got up and found she wasn't wearing anything. The rug that had been beside her was removed by someone. She lowered her head and was still shocked by the bruises on her white skin. Some had left behind scars while some were still bleeding. Her white body was now scattered with red and green marks, like dazzling paint spreading across a canvas.
She looked at the bite mark left behind by him on her soft tender arm and was completely helpless.
