The heavy rain hit the iron roof of the abandoned warehouse, playing a dense and dull drumbeat.
Every sound made Shen Qingwu feel numb in his heart.
The air was filled with the sweet smell of rust, dust and blood, and penetrated into her lungs along with her breathing.
The cold and damp concrete floor was slowly draining the last remaining warmth from her back.
She wanted to move, but any slight attempt would send a sharp pain from her legs that would make her almost faint.
The dislocated feeling of broken bones was too clear.
"Squeak——"
The rusty iron door was violently pushed open by an external force.
The wind brought in the rain, and a tall figure walked slowly towards the muddy ground against the light.
Familiar haute couture suit, familiar indifferent silhouette.
It's Gu Mingze.
Her husband.
A faint glimmer of hope ignited in her dead heart, but was completely crushed when she saw the petite figure behind him clearly.
Shen Wan held Gu Mingze's arm affectionately, and the latest white dress from Chanel was dazzlingly clean in this filth.
She looked down at the embarrassed Shen Qingwu on the ground. The face that always pretended to be innocent was now filled with undisguised pride and cruelty.
"Sister, you look really ugly like this."
Shen Wan's voice was sweet, but every word was tinged with poison.
Shen Qingwu ignored her and just stared at Gu Mingze, broken syllables squeezed out of his cracked throat.
"Why?"
Gu Mingze didn't answer.
